Mt Fuji and her singing road

The magical Mt Fuji © A. Harrison

As we drove through the forest, the road began to sing to us. The sound changed with the speed of the minibus, but it was unmistakable. We were driving on a singing road.

That morning, after a few days of exploring Tokyo in the rain, I woke to clear skies. Sitting high above the city for my breakfast, I looked over streets and buildings spreading to the horizon, whereas yesterday I could barely see out the window…




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Anne Harrison

Anne Harrison

At 10 I discovered travel, books and philosophy. Now I pass my days with a camera in one hand, a notebook in the other, looking for the perfect coffee.

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