Amandine ThomasBus Chronicle 2She jumped on the bus as I was already seated, engrossed in the strange story I was reading. I only raised my head as she sang, loudly, “Uh…Feb 6, 2017Feb 6, 2017
Amandine ThomasAfternoon lightThe shadow of the blinds on the carpet drew harsh lines at her feet, the strong afternoon sun burning bright orange stripes across the…Feb 6, 2017Feb 6, 2017
Amandine ThomasBus ChronicleI heard a woman sing in the bus. She had the kind of voice I always wished was mine.Feb 2, 2017Feb 2, 2017
Amandine ThomasOn hearing the call of the wildI have always had romantic ideas about walking into the wild, probably fed in later years by my admiration for Robyn Davidson and Cheryl…Jan 27, 2017Jan 27, 2017
Amandine ThomasHow to travel with authenticityA few years ago, on a cold, white December evening, I found myself sitting in a small apartment, out in one of Tokyo’s hyper-modern…Jan 27, 2017Jan 27, 2017