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Facebook Photos API

Get Facebook photos with photo url, image url, caption, alt text, posted at, reactions, by urls.

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Here's a sample run of 10 photos, showing the exact schema and results you can expect.

#	Photo ID	Photo URL	Image URL	Caption	Alt Text	Posted At	Reactions	Comments	Shares	Width	Height	Post ID	Post URL	Album ID
1	1674631467561169	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1674631467561169	scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net	Last year I got an email that Little Humans was going out of print. It was a sad email to receive, because while not exactly a ‘money maker,’ Little Humans had a special place in our family’s heart. I’d written it over twelve years ago. My publisher asked me to write a kids’ book, and I told them: ‘Of course!’ I didn’t have any children at the time, but I thought: ‘How hard could it be?’ It turned out to be much harder than I’d imagined. After several failed attempts I was pushing up against my deadline, so I recruited the help of my girlfriend who had a lot of babysitting experience. We took an overnight trip to Vermont, sat on the floor of a cozy cabin, wrote a little ode to being a kid, and paired it with some of the ‘most fun’ kid portraits from Humans of New York. We were super proud of it. But it didn’t exactly set the children’s book market on fire. It was listed for ages 4 to 8, but it soon apparent that it was far too simplistic for that age group. Whoops! But a funny thing started to happen. Over the years I began getting emails saying: ‘my toddler is obsessed with Little Humans.’ Our friends began having kids and would send us ‘Nest’ recordings of their toddlers ‘reading’ Little Humans in their cribs, over and over. My girlfriend became my wife, we had three kids of our own, and the pattern was confirmed. The littlest kids love Little Humans. They love seeing pictures of all different kinds of kids, and the words are easy to memorize, so they love to ‘read along.’ I’d always regretted that we hadn’t made Little Humans as a ‘board book’ aimed at the youngest children. And when we learned it was going out of print, we were sad. But the book angels smiled down on Little Humans. The fine folks at Farrar, Strauss, and Giroux agreed to rescue it from oblivion and re-issue a small run of Little Humans board books—for babies and toddlers. If you’re looking for a fun, engaging way to introduce your little human to all the different types of kids in this world, the Little Human Board Book is out today. Long live Little Humans! You can find it wherever books are sold-- just make sure to choose the board book version! I'll also post a link in the comments. :)	May be an image of child and text	2026-10-13T15:34:06.000Z	5,987	238	111	2,048	1,365	1674632237561092	www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid02o7sXr5DEik3z71LVwoXW3NamCJraGwrg2yGUt5kGttrQ1do26Nixe3dPMbEg45YUl	755664696124522
2	1650971309927185	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1650971309927185	scontent-ord5-2.xx.fbcdn.net	“My first end-of-life patient was a 97-year-old man. He had a much younger girlfriend; she was seventy-four. But they loved each other so much. Back when their spouses were still alive, the four of them had been great friends. They would double date together. And when their spouses passed away—the two of them became a thing. Every day she would come over for lunch. I’d always cook a little meal for them. I’d prepare the table; I’d lay out my little candles and my little flowers. As soon as she arrived I’d put on music and dim the lights, then I’d leave the room and go wait in the bedroom. They would cuddle and snuggle. And the beauty of it was—even though he couldn’t control his fluids at that point, she never minded the smell. Her love for him was so great that they would still kiss and all that good stuff. When the doctors said that it was time for him to go to hospice, he said he didn’t want to go. He told them that he wanted to come back home and die with me. I was with him in the end. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. One week after his passing I was hired by his girlfriend’s family. She had terminal Alzheimer’s, and I ended up staying with her for seven years. I fell in love with her. We were family, just family. She used to be a tap dancer. We’d sing together. And if she didn’t feel like singing, I’d sing. Even near the end, she always knew when something was wrong with me. When I wasn’t being the Gabby that she knew-- she would always know. When the doctors said it was time for her to go to hospice, her children said: ‘We want her to die with Gabby.’ In the final days she wouldn’t eat, she’d lock her jaw. But she would always eat for me. One night I could see the fright in her eyes, and I knew it was time. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. So I climbed under the covers with her. And she passed away in my arms.” -------------------- From the Archives: 1/10/24 I met Gabby randomly on the UWS a few years back, and when I first posted her story I got hundreds of messages asking if she was available to hire, but she was not at the time. But she just told me that's she's hit a rough patch and is looking for more hours; I'll share her email in the comments if anyone is in need of the world's best caretaker for their NYC loved one.	May be an image of one or more people	2026-09-18T14:24:02.000Z	154,176	3,389	3,658	2,048	1,365	1650977309926585	www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid02zzsuxhqMomvxeTb44tfG7a2rL2EbmYN27ZDXxBYKgRkBENRnS5EnnvExqpq1ifAHl	755664696124522
3	1649344810089835	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1649344810089835	scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net	“I knew right away something wasn’t right. When they plopped her on my chest, she was amazing, and alive—but she looked like a skinny pink frog. The only way to feed her was to drip milk in her mouth, 24/7. Those first weeks I was getting such little sleep that I began to have hallucinations: babies on the ceiling, babies on the wall. My husband’s job was to hunt down the diagnosis, while I kept her alive. The blood tests suggested two rare genetic conditions. He had a harder time with it than me. Optimism felt like denial to him, so he got lost in the research. But I tend to be a magical thinker. Maybe too much at times. I love Disney World. I worked on Sesame Street. I draw comics for a living, and make children’s books. I’ve even written a letter for after I die. It says: ‘Don’t be sad. We’re given this life and bad things happen, but we get to be with our families and look at trees.’ I’ve heard people ask: ‘Why bring a child into this world?’ With climate change, and all that. Would you choose to be born? My answer is yes. Even during the apocalypse I’d want to be alive. So I could have a few more minutes in the shelter, with my family, watching on TV as the fireballs fall from the sky. Maybe I’m weird like that. My husband is a little weird too. So it just makes sense that now we have this weird, magical kid. Dalia is 2.5 now. She wears her little helmet, and braces. We take little walks, and see the city, and look at trees. Her condition makes it hard to wake up in the morning, so we get to have thirty minutes of huggy time. And any time she smiles it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s not easy. There’s a lot of doctor visits. Therapies every day. But I danced when I was young, so I’m used to repetitive movements. Everything in my life just makes it seem like I was meant for this child. And it’s impossible to predict what will happen. There’s such a wide spectrum with her condition. When we asked the therapist if she’d ever walk, we were told: ‘Miracles happen.’ But Dalia is walking now. So I’m optimistic. I think things will work out. I think she’ll live independently one day. Either that, or I get to live with my best friend forever.” ---------------------------------- Loryn's story was first posted five years ago. An update from Loryn on the past five years: 'Dalia is in second grade and thriving beyond our wildest dreams. She reads and writes poems just like her mom, and wants to be a teacher. She loves her little brother Ronen so much even if he sometimes touches her things and enrages her.'	May be an image of baby and smiling	2026-09-16T16:35:12.000Z	2,289	17	0	1,536	2,048	1649345293423120	www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid0r24EqQQKqsx2vU5uSa663u4vko6h37KWcETeQjX7bvnjD1rftPe5SeY7Se66h1mDl	755664696124522
4	1649344776756505	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1649344776756505	scontent-dfw6-1.xx.fbcdn.net	“I knew right away something wasn’t right. When they plopped her on my chest, she was amazing, and alive—but she looked like a skinny pink frog. The only way to feed her was to drip milk in her mouth, 24/7. Those first weeks I was getting such little sleep that I began to have hallucinations: babies on the ceiling, babies on the wall. My husband’s job was to hunt down the diagnosis, while I kept her alive. The blood tests suggested two rare genetic conditions. He had a harder time with it than me. Optimism felt like denial to him, so he got lost in the research. But I tend to be a magical thinker. Maybe too much at times. I love Disney World. I worked on Sesame Street. I draw comics for a living, and make children’s books. I’ve even written a letter for after I die. It says: ‘Don’t be sad. We’re given this life and bad things happen, but we get to be with our families and look at trees.’ I’ve heard people ask: ‘Why bring a child into this world?’ With climate change, and all that. Would you choose to be born? My answer is yes. Even during the apocalypse I’d want to be alive. So I could have a few more minutes in the shelter, with my family, watching on TV as the fireballs fall from the sky. Maybe I’m weird like that. My husband is a little weird too. So it just makes sense that now we have this weird, magical kid. Dalia is 2.5 now. She wears her little helmet, and braces. We take little walks, and see the city, and look at trees. Her condition makes it hard to wake up in the morning, so we get to have thirty minutes of huggy time. And any time she smiles it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s not easy. There’s a lot of doctor visits. Therapies every day. But I danced when I was young, so I’m used to repetitive movements. Everything in my life just makes it seem like I was meant for this child. And it’s impossible to predict what will happen. There’s such a wide spectrum with her condition. When we asked the therapist if she’d ever walk, we were told: ‘Miracles happen.’ But Dalia is walking now. So I’m optimistic. I think things will work out. I think she’ll live independently one day. Either that, or I get to live with my best friend forever.” ---------------------------------- Loryn's story was first posted five years ago. An update from Loryn on the past five years: 'Dalia is in second grade and thriving beyond our wildest dreams. She reads and writes poems just like her mom, and wants to be a teacher. She loves her little brother Ronen so much even if he sometimes touches her things and enrages her.'	May be an image of text	2026-09-16T16:35:12.000Z	4,433	130	1	1,294	966	1649345293423120	www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid0r24EqQQKqsx2vU5uSa663u4vko6h37KWcETeQjX7bvnjD1rftPe5SeY7Se66h1mDl	755664696124522
5	1649344766756506	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1649344766756506	scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net	“I knew right away something wasn’t right. When they plopped her on my chest, she was amazing, and alive—but she looked like a skinny pink frog. The only way to feed her was to drip milk in her mouth, 24/7. Those first weeks I was getting such little sleep that I began to have hallucinations: babies on the ceiling, babies on the wall. My husband’s job was to hunt down the diagnosis, while I kept her alive. The blood tests suggested two rare genetic conditions. He had a harder time with it than me. Optimism felt like denial to him, so he got lost in the research. But I tend to be a magical thinker. Maybe too much at times. I love Disney World. I worked on Sesame Street. I draw comics for a living, and make children’s books. I’ve even written a letter for after I die. It says: ‘Don’t be sad. We’re given this life and bad things happen, but we get to be with our families and look at trees.’ I’ve heard people ask: ‘Why bring a child into this world?’ With climate change, and all that. Would you choose to be born? My answer is yes. Even during the apocalypse I’d want to be alive. So I could have a few more minutes in the shelter, with my family, watching on TV as the fireballs fall from the sky. Maybe I’m weird like that. My husband is a little weird too. So it just makes sense that now we have this weird, magical kid. Dalia is 2.5 now. She wears her little helmet, and braces. We take little walks, and see the city, and look at trees. Her condition makes it hard to wake up in the morning, so we get to have thirty minutes of huggy time. And any time she smiles it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s not easy. There’s a lot of doctor visits. Therapies every day. But I danced when I was young, so I’m used to repetitive movements. Everything in my life just makes it seem like I was meant for this child. And it’s impossible to predict what will happen. There’s such a wide spectrum with her condition. When we asked the therapist if she’d ever walk, we were told: ‘Miracles happen.’ But Dalia is walking now. So I’m optimistic. I think things will work out. I think she’ll live independently one day. Either that, or I get to live with my best friend forever.” ---------------------------------- Loryn's story was first posted five years ago. An update from Loryn on the past five years: 'Dalia is in second grade and thriving beyond our wildest dreams. She reads and writes poems just like her mom, and wants to be a teacher. She loves her little brother Ronen so much even if he sometimes touches her things and enrages her.'	May be an image of baby	2026-09-16T16:35:12.000Z	2,301	48	0	1,024	768	1649345293423120	www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid0r24EqQQKqsx2vU5uSa663u4vko6h37KWcETeQjX7bvnjD1rftPe5SeY7Se66h1mDl	755664696124522
6	1563068609187762	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1563068609187762	scontent-iad6-1.xx.fbcdn.net	En pleine crise du logement, étudiants et jeunes actifs redéfinissent, souvent malgré eux, l’art de trouver un chez-soi. Cette semaine, un couple de vingtenaires raconte comment ils se sont approprié leur studio parisien, en dépit d’un manque d’espace. - Crédit photos : CHRISTOPHE CAUDROY POUR « LE MONDE »	May be an image of text	2026-10-31T12:00:01.000Z	209	128	14	1,080	1,440	1563068635854426	www.facebook.com/lemonde.fr/posts/pfbid05No1vMPh8NsuzJKvFJPz6PMNW6uhtqhQwuG72c1trBuh1cx1wCJYyo3vw27BwtAxl	623172336510732
7	1562894295871860	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1562894295871860	scontent-dfw6-1.xx.fbcdn.net	Notoirement nocive et bannie des espaces publics comme des écrans publicitaires, la cigarette traditionnelle revient pourtant par la fenêtre des réseaux sociaux, notamment chez la « gen Z », qui y voit à la fois un rite social transgressif et un objet culturel empreint de nostalgie. A quelques jours du « mois sans tabac », une idée fumeuse ?	May be an image of text	2026-10-31T08:00:00.000Z	140	78	15	1,080	1,440	1562894329205190	www.facebook.com/lemonde.fr/posts/pfbid02fEcJ3W8sduG9Du1uxKAUpZsceppA6ELhxVkUjHS5Eq8ZsECQwjj7c1AnMogXqmzkl	623172336510732
8	1562333509261272	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1562333509261272	scontent-dfw5-2.xx.fbcdn.net	Premières manifestations, premiers débats, premiers engagements militants… Pour de nombreux jeunes, la mobilisation coïncide avec une prise de conscience politique accrue qui transforme leur quotidien, à six mois d’une élection présidentielle à laquelle ils ne pourront pas toujours prendre part. Photo 1 et 4 : LEWIS JOLY POUR « LE MONDE » @lewisjoly Photo 2 : REUTERS/Stephane Mahe Photo 3 : ADRIENNE SURPRENANT / MYOP POUR « LE MONDE » @adrienne_surprenant	May be an image of one or more people and text	2026-10-30T18:00:01.000Z	447	127	50	1,080	1,440	1562333529261270	www.facebook.com/lemonde.fr/posts/pfbid02PuJzRwgz5shD9VKNpDwc4GUVuasx9xW2ovntSuDoqqzu4wx1MgRo2MEQsTgbDXEKl	623172336510732
9	1562235715937718	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1562235715937718	scontent-iad6-1.xx.fbcdn.net	Le produit intérieur brut de la France a reculé de 0,1 % au troisième trimestre, a annoncé vendredi l’Insee, après avoir stagné au deuxième trimestre et reculé de 0,2 % au premier. Pour le ministre de l’économie, Roland Lescure, « l’économie française est à l’arrêt » et « ira dans le mur » sans « le redressement budgétaire qu’on a mis dans le budget ». Photo 1 : Thibaud MORITZ / AFP \| Photo 2 : REUTERS/Leonardo Fernandez Vilori	May be an image of text	2026-10-30T16:09:20.000Z	1	0	0	1,080	1,440	1562235829271040	www.facebook.com/lemonde.fr/posts/pfbid0TZqRi2amoWWwiQBGnepjMQMfwEhiqTg3K9gkCozJ9bC6yUFtP77W2u8rRBNf41QXl	623172336510732
10	1562235705937719	www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1562235705937719	scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net	Le produit intérieur brut de la France a reculé de 0,1 % au troisième trimestre, a annoncé vendredi l’Insee, après avoir stagné au deuxième trimestre et reculé de 0,2 % au premier. Pour le ministre de l’économie, Roland Lescure, « l’économie française est à l’arrêt » et « ira dans le mur » sans « le redressement budgétaire qu’on a mis dans le budget ». Photo 1 : Thibaud MORITZ / AFP \| Photo 2 : REUTERS/Leonardo Fernandez Vilori	May be an image of text	2026-10-30T16:09:20.000Z	2	0	0	1,080	1,440	1562235829271040	www.facebook.com/lemonde.fr/posts/pfbid0TZqRi2amoWWwiQBGnepjMQMfwEhiqTg3K9gkCozJ9bC6yUFtP77W2u8rRBNf41QXl	623172336510732

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1674631467561169

www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1674631467561169

scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net

Last year I got an email that Little Humans was going out of print. It was a sad email to receive, because while not exactly a ‘money maker,’ Little Humans had a special place in our family’s heart. I’d written it over twelve years ago. My publisher asked me to write a kids’ book, and I told them: ‘Of course!’ I didn’t have any children at the time, but I thought: ‘How hard could it be?’ It turned out to be much harder than I’d imagined. After several failed attempts I was pushing up against my deadline, so I recruited the help of my girlfriend who had a lot of babysitting experience. We took an overnight trip to Vermont, sat on the floor of a cozy cabin, wrote a little ode to being a kid, and paired it with some of the ‘most fun’ kid portraits from Humans of New York. We were super proud of it. But it didn’t exactly set the children’s book market on fire. It was listed for ages 4 to 8, but it soon apparent that it was far too simplistic for that age group. Whoops! But a funny thing started to happen. Over the years I began getting emails saying: ‘my toddler is obsessed with Little Humans.’ Our friends began having kids and would send us ‘Nest’ recordings of their toddlers ‘reading’ Little Humans in their cribs, over and over. My girlfriend became my wife, we had three kids of our own, and the pattern was confirmed. The littlest kids love Little Humans. They love seeing pictures of all different kinds of kids, and the words are easy to memorize, so they love to ‘read along.’ I’d always regretted that we hadn’t made Little Humans as a ‘board book’ aimed at the youngest children. And when we learned it was going out of print, we were sad. But the book angels smiled down on Little Humans. The fine folks at Farrar, Strauss, and Giroux agreed to rescue it from oblivion and re-issue a small run of Little Humans board books—for babies and toddlers. If you’re looking for a fun, engaging way to introduce your little human to all the different types of kids in this world, the Little Human Board Book is out today. Long live Little Humans! You can find it wherever books are sold-- just make sure to choose the board book version! I'll also post a link in the comments. :)

May be an image of child and text

2026-10-13T15:34:06.000Z

5,987

238

111

2,048

1,365

1674632237561092

www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid02o7sXr5DEik3z71LVwoXW3NamCJraGwrg2yGUt5kGttrQ1do26Nixe3dPMbEg45YUl

755664696124522

1650971309927185

www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=1650971309927185

scontent-ord5-2.xx.fbcdn.net

“My first end-of-life patient was a 97-year-old man. He had a much younger girlfriend; she was seventy-four. But they loved each other so much. Back when their spouses were still alive, the four of them had been great friends. They would double date together. And when their spouses passed away—the two of them became a thing. Every day she would come over for lunch. I’d always cook a little meal for them. I’d prepare the table; I’d lay out my little candles and my little flowers. As soon as she arrived I’d put on music and dim the lights, then I’d leave the room and go wait in the bedroom. They would cuddle and snuggle. And the beauty of it was—even though he couldn’t control his fluids at that point, she never minded the smell. Her love for him was so great that they would still kiss and all that good stuff. When the doctors said that it was time for him to go to hospice, he said he didn’t want to go. He told them that he wanted to come back home and die with me. I was with him in the end. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. One week after his passing I was hired by his girlfriend’s family. She had terminal Alzheimer’s, and I ended up staying with her for seven years. I fell in love with her. We were family, just family. She used to be a tap dancer. We’d sing together. And if she didn’t feel like singing, I’d sing. Even near the end, she always knew when something was wrong with me. When I wasn’t being the Gabby that she knew-- she would always know. When the doctors said it was time for her to go to hospice, her children said: ‘We want her to die with Gabby.’ In the final days she wouldn’t eat, she’d lock her jaw. But she would always eat for me. One night I could see the fright in her eyes, and I knew it was time. My patients never die alone. Never, ever. So I climbed under the covers with her. And she passed away in my arms.” -------------------- From the Archives: 1/10/24 I met Gabby randomly on the UWS a few years back, and when I first posted her story I got hundreds of messages asking if she was available to hire, but she was not at the time. But she just told me that's she's hit a rough patch and is looking for more hours; I'll share her email in the comments if anyone is in need of the world's best caretaker for their NYC loved one.

May be an image of one or more people

2026-09-18T14:24:02.000Z

154,176

3,389

3,658

2,048

1,365

1650977309926585

www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/posts/pfbid02zzsuxhqMomvxeTb44tfG7a2rL2EbmYN27ZDXxBYKgRkBENRnS5EnnvExqpq1ifAHl

755664696124522

1649344810089835

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“I knew right away something wasn’t right. When they plopped her on my chest, she was amazing, and alive—but she looked like a skinny pink frog. The only way to feed her was to drip milk in her mouth, 24/7. Those first weeks I was getting such little sleep that I began to have hallucinations: babies on the ceiling, babies on the wall. My husband’s job was to hunt down the diagnosis, while I kept her alive. The blood tests suggested two rare genetic conditions. He had a harder time with it than me. Optimism felt like denial to him, so he got lost in the research. But I tend to be a magical thinker. Maybe too much at times. I love Disney World. I worked on Sesame Street. I draw comics for a living, and make children’s books. I’ve even written a letter for after I die. It says: ‘Don’t be sad. We’re given this life and bad things happen, but we get to be with our families and look at trees.’ I’ve heard people ask: ‘Why bring a child into this world?’ With climate change, and all that. Would you choose to be born? My answer is yes. Even during the apocalypse I’d want to be alive. So I could have a few more minutes in the shelter, with my family, watching on TV as the fireballs fall from the sky. Maybe I’m weird like that. My husband is a little weird too. So it just makes sense that now we have this weird, magical kid. Dalia is 2.5 now. She wears her little helmet, and braces. We take little walks, and see the city, and look at trees. Her condition makes it hard to wake up in the morning, so we get to have thirty minutes of huggy time. And any time she smiles it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. It’s not easy. There’s a lot of doctor visits. Therapies every day. But I danced when I was young, so I’m used to repetitive movements. Everything in my life just makes it seem like I was meant for this child. And it’s impossible to predict what will happen. There’s such a wide spectrum with her condition. When we asked the therapist if she’d ever walk, we were told: ‘Miracles happen.’ But Dalia is walking now. So I’m optimistic. I think things will work out. I think she’ll live independently one day. Either that, or I get to live with my best friend forever.” ---------------------------------- Loryn's story was first posted five years ago. An update from Loryn on the past five years: 'Dalia is in second grade and thriving beyond our wildest dreams. She reads and writes poems just like her mom, and wants to be a teacher. She loves her little brother Ronen so much even if he sometimes touches her things and enrages her.'

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En pleine crise du logement, étudiants et jeunes actifs redéfinissent, souvent malgré eux, l’art de trouver un chez-soi. Cette semaine, un couple de vingtenaires raconte comment ils se sont approprié leur studio parisien, en dépit d’un manque d’espace. - Crédit photos : CHRISTOPHE CAUDROY POUR « LE MONDE »

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Notoirement nocive et bannie des espaces publics comme des écrans publicitaires, la cigarette traditionnelle revient pourtant par la fenêtre des réseaux sociaux, notamment chez la « gen Z », qui y voit à la fois un rite social transgressif et un objet culturel empreint de nostalgie. A quelques jours du « mois sans tabac », une idée fumeuse ?

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Premières manifestations, premiers débats, premiers engagements militants… Pour de nombreux jeunes, la mobilisation coïncide avec une prise de conscience politique accrue qui transforme leur quotidien, à six mois d’une élection présidentielle à laquelle ils ne pourront pas toujours prendre part. Photo 1 et 4 : LEWIS JOLY POUR « LE MONDE » @lewisjoly Photo 2 : REUTERS/Stephane Mahe Photo 3 : ADRIENNE SURPRENANT / MYOP POUR « LE MONDE » @adrienne_surprenant

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Le produit intérieur brut de la France a reculé de 0,1 % au troisième trimestre, a annoncé vendredi l’Insee, après avoir stagné au deuxième trimestre et reculé de 0,2 % au premier. Pour le ministre de l’économie, Roland Lescure, « l’économie française est à l’arrêt » et « ira dans le mur » sans « le redressement budgétaire qu’on a mis dans le budget ». Photo 1 : Thibaud MORITZ / AFP | Photo 2 : REUTERS/Leonardo Fernandez Vilori

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curl -X POST "https://api.mindcase.co/v1/data/facebook/photos/run?wait=true" \ -H "Authorization: Bearer mk_live_YOUR_API_KEY" \ -H "Content-Type: application/json" \ -d '{ "params": { "urls": [], "onlyPhotosNewerThan": "", "onlyPhotosOlderThan": "" } }'

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