When we arrived at Sweny’s Pharmacy, the lights were on but the doors locked and no one seemed to be inside. I was devastated, foiled in my quest to purchase a bar of lemon soap like the one Leopold Bloom acquired for his wife Molly in chapter 5 of Ulysses.
“It certainly did make her skin so delicate white like wax.”
As I gazed longingly through the shop windows, a man with messy white hair and wearing a bow tie, brocade vest, and wrinkled shirt appeared and asked if I wanted to go in.