I Once Celebrated Cinco de Mayo in Mexico . . .

Now I’m living in France. Any connection?

What do tequila and a baguette have in common? (all photos by author)

It’s Cinco de Mayo, I remarked to my partner this morning with just a hint of nostalgia in my voice. In another life, long, long ago, I was part of a Southern California sailing crowd that raced yachts from Newport Beach to Ensenada every year on the fifth of May. Win or lose, post-race, we partied heartily —…