The children were better than ever today. Probably because the evening before, when I left their apartment soaked with bathwater, their papa told them that if they misbehaved like that again, I would not return (a threat implying their affection for me). Before—and after because it was incredible—I went to Maison Europeenne de la Photographie Ville de Paris to see L'ombre de la guerre which ends on the 25th. I also saw an exhibit of Jane Evelyn Atwood's work from 1976-2010 and Génération de l'air.Utterly captivating. The celebrated exhibition of war photography spanned the Spanish Civil War to 2007 and included the photographs of Robert Capa, Micha Bar-Am, Tom Stoddart, and Gerda, characters discussed in the book I found on a shelf in my room Get the Picture by John G. Morris.

Choses vues à Tokyo. Grégoire Korganow.

Like biking after months of only running, the exhibit awakened and strained untried mental muscles until I left sore but refreshed and alive. More exhausting still were Atwood's photos of the blind, prostitutes, and women in prison.