No turkey. No parade. No dog show. No NFL. For the first time, I spent Thanksgiving abroad. In Italy, Florence and Venice to be precise. And no politics. Though Italy has moved a few steps toward fascism by electing Giorgia Meloni, a far-right fangirl of Mussolini, prime minister, in these cosmopolitan cities brimming with tourists (particularly other Americans trading stuffing for pasta), there were few noticeable signs of the nation’s slide toward authoritarianism and its embrace of a far-right populism colored by antisemitism and bigotry. I don’t know whether it was reassuring or frightening that Italian life in those spots appeared so normally zestful at a time of political peril.