It was all the drums and wine. It was Impossible to communicate near the beating pulse of the streets. "Everyone sleeps in parks, just take turns watching your gear." It's the piping sun sideswiping the cobbled, soggily filthy streets, waking all the drunks back to the living. Don't sleep through the cannons. Don't get trapped behind the fence. The police will not let you leave, and you must run. It's the smiles on faces young and old and the simple fact that everyone just arrives for one giant summer party. I cannot begin to sum up the wonders of the Basque County, but these photographs always take me back.