C'est Cheeky

As I posted on Instagram this morning, I will be twenty-six years old young in just one month. It's crazy how many transformative experiences I've had, inside and out, since last year's stressful entrance into my mid-20s. Dare I say I'm quite ready and willing to embrace the next 365 days? Surely a master's degree (and almost two years in Paris) have equipped me with some capability at life...
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).