"Sedate," "posh” and "moneyed" are words often used to describe Paris' 7th arrondissement, where I currently live. Its residents also seem to be older, as there are lots of white-haired ladies walking around, wearing fur-trimmed coats over their skirts and sometimes followed by stooped men in berets. Before I moved from the suburbs, I thought I would fit in well with the livelier and cooler areas of the city, like the marais or Bastille. But, while I don’t think I’m sedate and I’m certainly not posh or moneyed, I feel surprisingly comfortable here. For starters, the quarter's quietness is conducive to my translation work, and I also feel safe.