It is a small, lovely, urban-suburban city in Metro Detroit (think Somerville and Boston) with tree-lined sidewalked street, sweet little houses, some with surprisingly large backyards. Some abodes on the other side of Woodward Ave (which bisects Pleasant Ridge) are quite grand. Our house is on what might be called cheap side, which means smaller lots but big on charm. A half hour walk up and down parallel street take me past an agreeable array of homes, brick, stone, shingled, wood. People have experimented with creative landscaping. Some front yards are blanketed with perennials or lined with sculpted beds of flowers and greenery. There's an old bicycle with baskets overflowing with impatience. There are hostas filling that strip of land between a sidewalk and the street.
I was initially surprised how much I like my Michigan neighborhood. I think of myself as a country gal, in the Western Massachusetts near Northampton kind of way. I did not know I would be aok living so close to others, the houses next door a stones throw. It certainly helps that our neighbors on both sides are friendly and stable (no all night college parties or any of that nonsense).
Pleasant Ridge is indeed quite pleasant.