Really though. I'm also using my upcoming birthday to legitimize an early June move from the City of Lights. No longer will I be able to enjoy the under-26 discount at museums, let alone for train travel. And how I could I possibly stand for such absurdity?
Even if Lorelei, Lou, and I's visit to the Maison Européen de la Photographie (preceeded by a coffee date at La Caféothèque) was unforgettably special in a very simple my-friends-are-the-loveliest kind of way. I also especially enjoyed the Martin Parr, Luciano Castelli, and Bruno Mouron/Pascal Rostain exhibitions, as well as these poetic words on photography by Fouad Elkoury (translated).
