Fairly posh, and you barely see the neighbours (and they make it feel like you've broken some sort of agreement if you do). There are some nice reasturants and a halfway-decent pub, though, and it's one of the main migration trail for drunks heading home during the weekends.
My old neighbourhood was similar, only less boring and more... Lively, quaint. With cafés and pubs, and less of the "Oh, look how fine and posh we're here!"-spirit I can't really get past. Only downside was that my local pizzeria didn't want to pay their protection-fees to the mob and got bomb-scared or shot at a few times. I admire someone who won't give up, but still...
Oh, and both got the benefit of trams slammering past all day long. That sound will grow on you after a while.