Hola, for today, Les Petits Plaisirs will be going Spanish and acknowledging Los Placeres Pequeños. (Sorry Mes Amis)
For most Americans, Cinco de Mayo is probably just another excuse to party (à la Saint Patty's Day). Cinco de Drunko, if you will.
Because it is so often shrouded in mariachi music and tequila, I was interested to know more about the true roots of this holiday, which is often celebrated to a greater extent by Chicanos in the states than in Mexico.
Via UCLA, here's a little history of Cinco de Mayo, a day that marks the defeat of the French army in Mexico.
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway