I went with my wife and daughter (visiting France from Canada) to a Basque choir rehearsal, a private invitation thanks to the half-Basque son of a former rugby playing ex-pat Kiwi. He knows how much ...

The melodies are easy, and the churning wave of reveling youths, white shirts soaked through with wine and sweat, bewitch newcomers and old-timers into locking arms, singing and snaking forward from ...

In France’s south-western Basque country, singing is sacred. In almost every household, respect for this tradition is passed down from generation to generation. The elders set the tone before the ...