After spending more than 22 years in the New World (i.e. North America), I got accustomed to articulating my orientation by using directions such as east, west, north, south, etc. I’ve forgotten how, in many parts of the Old World (i.e. Europe), people are more prone to using subjective means of orientation. Such as, left, right, and so on.
So in Paris, instead of specifying that we’re crossing over to the south bank of the river Seine, we say we’re going to the left bank (Rive Gauche). Why is the south bank named left bank? Beats me.
Anyway, I found the left bank to be incredibly charming, and kind of different than the right bank. Here is a snapshot of one of the anonymous charming streets comprising the intricate and elaborate network, or maze, sprawling close to the left bank of the Seine.