When I experience a perfect something or place that I can’t quite describe, but I just get a certain feeling from it, I tend to provide a movie reference. For me, a perfect house or neighborhood might be a “Father of the Bride” street, or a “Home Alone” house.
You know the type – winding, tree-lined streets with handsomely sized (vs. obnoxiously giant), well-kept homes (vs. overgrown). 
The kind of neighborhoods where kids play in the yard and ride their bikes down the street.
I always get warm fuzzies when I come across a neighborhood, town or street that has those indescribable little somethings. 
Our latest encounter was in Duxbury, Ma. (also known as “Deluxe-bury”) on a day trip down to the South Shore of the Boston area. I read in an online guide that it is the J.Crew town of the South Shore… I know, how am I just now making the trip down there?
Mike and I loved the cozy little town and its winding streets. There is no coincidence that those cozy, tree-lined streets lead to a stunning coastline beach.
Oh, yes, in my dream neighborhood the kids can ride their bikes down the street… to the beach.
A beach that is quiet and quaint, and never crowded.
And a sailboat ride is just a breeze away.