There are songs that never age because they don't belong to time, but to the street. They play when the town is still yawning and when it has already surrendered to the festivities. In Arrasate, every summer that scene comes alive with the bagpipes, which have been forging their own unique voice for decades. They echo through streets and squares, accompanying giants, reveille, bull runs… keeping the festive pulse alive.
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There are songs that never age because they don't belong to time, but to the street. They play when the town is still yawning and when it has already surrendered to the festivities. In Arrasate, every summer that scene comes alive with the bagpipes, which have been forging their own unique voice for decades. They echo through streets and squares, accompanying giants, reveille, bull runs… keeping the festive pulse alive.