I was banished to the upstairs hallway, when my parents had a fancy dinner party. I stuck my head in between the newel posts to watch the guests arrive. Earlier in the day, with great attention to detail, my mother selected linens, silverware, flowers, glasses and the place card holders for dinner. Although I tend toward the eclectic and mismatched when it comes to setting a table, this habit/foible is an inherited trait. At Hacienda Petac in the Yucatan, creating a tableau for mealtime is routine. In particular, napkin folding, unique to each repast is guaranteed to amaze the guests.