In the vaulted hall of Florence's Palazzo Strozzi, one day last week, art scholars and critics from all over the world were waiting. Through a tiny oaken door stepped a frail, bearded little man, Bernhard Berenson, the world's greatest authority on Italian Renaissance art. Bobbing and nodding his white beard to the ovation, he hurried, with staccato steps, to the center of a long table. There, Italy's Minister of Education Guido Gonella presented him with two bronze medals, one four centuries old, the other struck especially in his honor. After the minister's speech,...
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