Señor Fawkes

Hot on the heels of Dia de Muertos, we celebrated Guy Fawkes night (if 'celebrated' is quite the word: a terrorist plot followed by torture and hanging) on a football pitch near the girls' school. There was a modest bonfire, some good fireworks, punch, sausages, baked potatoes and beans - all very British, even if most of the crowd were Mexican and had never heard of Señor Fawkes. But they still toasted him (if you'll excuse the pun).