After visiting Trinity’s library, I headed for the cleaner’s to pick up my suit. Though the promised delivery time had arrived, my suit had yet to come back from the dry cleaning plant.
Impatience might have gotten the better of me if I’d just stood there waiting, but I remembered a friend’s request to bring back a chili pepper braid. I asked the owner if there was a place nearby that might have one. Advised that it was a tourist item mainly available at the downtown market on weekends, he suggested trying the nearby H-E-B.
What’s the Barzun connection? H-E-B’s Broadway Central Market displayed a banner that read “Passport France”. Beret wearing staff members and customers were having fun with model-and-artist cutouts. Greeted in French as I entered the store, I exchanged kisses with the cheerful stranger. San Antonio had been primed for “Berlioz and Barzun” … and the concert was now only a couple of hours away.