Yesterday was "Noche de Rabenos"; night of the radishes. One of the most well-attended and most interesting of Oaxaca's many fiestas, it is juried, and the prizes are large. For those of you who don't know what goes on, look it up on the Web or in past Newsletters. Suffice it to say that we have not missed one in seven years, until this year. Instead, we went to what was, in my experience, one of the finest wing-dings ever. The crowd was the most trans-cultural I have dined with. Lila's mother comes from the mountains; the Mixteca Alta. She is a Mixtec indian, and her dark skin marks her as indigenous in caste- and race- conscious Oaxaca.. Lila's father (now deceased) was a gringo professor of art from Minnesota. Lila was raised as a Catholic. Paul's mother and father were Jews (both he and his brother had Bar Mitzvah) living in New Jersey (he died, she married a Catholic, and recently converted to Christianity). Both families were represented,