Bay of Biscay: Where Salt Air Meets Old Songs

Out on the Bay of Biscay, the horizon feels wide enough to hold a whole history. The air tastes of salt and kelp. Swells breathe in long, patient lines. In summer the sea glitters like cut glass; in winter it turns to slate, dramatic and spare. Always, the wind has a voice. You listen for it in the rigging, in the hush between waves, in the gulls tracing the wake.