Cinco de Mayo, a day on which we celebrate the defeat of the French army by a Mexican force roughly half its size at Puebla in 1862. Mexico is a wonderful place, Puebla even more so. It is the home of mole sauce, talavera pottery, countless beautiful churches, and a devout and friendly people. One evening in Puebla, over drinks at a combination bookstore and bar, I heard what is for me the defining performance of Silly Love Songs. One doesn't travel to Mexico for Paul McCartney covers, but music happens. In any event, what could be better than a day to celebrate a French defeat by eating Mexican food and drinking Margheritas. Viva Mexico! France Stinks!