Thanksgiving In Florence

Thanksgiving in FlorenceIn a few hours, Americans all over Europe--even the most resolutely expatriated of them--would be getting together over makeshift banquets to experience, many for the first time, the meaning of that first Thanksgiving: strangers celebrating their survival in a strange land. But we knew no one in Florence, and so we had arranged to have our little feast that evening in a quiet restaurant a block from Dante's house."Yes, this is still the best view," said my wife,...