October. 3^Rd, 2011, 1^st entry

In this first entry I want to let you know, why I ...   more »

The other school, the mysterious South-West London College, has been mentioned on the blog before (http://www.theerrolflynnblog.com/blog/_archives/2010/4/8/4500454.html) I found my way there, it is not too far from Colet Court, a walk of maybe 20 minutes but you can also take a bus.

What I found is this:

And it really made me doubt that this building used to be a school because ALL the buildings around, the whole street in fact, looks like it. All the houses look the same. I honestly doubt that there was enough space for a school, and when you stand in front of it, it is really hard to imagine that there were classrooms behind these walls.

When you go to London, you can visit the two schools which Errol was supposed to have attended, mentioned in John Hammond Moore's book. I did so last week, and here are the results:

If you take the tube, go to Hammersmith Station and get off there. I was surprised at how busy this part of London is. I first found my way to 100 Hammersmith Road, it was a walk of not even ten minutes, and you get to:

This building is not a school anymore today, but it contains offices and an info board on which you learn that the building was established in 1884 and relocated in the late 1960s (in fact, to the other side of the river, you can see the grounds when you proceed to the other school). In the 1970s, it became the home of Euston films. "Celebrated individuals" who attended the school were artist Paul Nash, Sir Clement Freud and Field Marshal Montgomery. No mention of Errol, which leaves us with the conclusion that either his attendance of the school is a myth (John Hammond Moore himself was not sure) or nobody has searched the files so far.

Stay tuned for Part II in the coming days.

In the summer of 2010, I decided to spend my holidays in France and also to go to places where Errol once had been.

I got the idea thanks to Robert Florczak and his now-then picture of a certain church in Nice, so that I convinced the friend I was travelling with to go down to the Côte d’Azur, too. Luckily she agreed.

I contacted Robert before my trip, and he kindly sent me the address of the church and also of the mairie and hotel in Monte Carlo, which both played a role in Errol’s wedding. Thanks to you again, Robert!!!

After my trip now, I thought it would be nice to start a new folder on David’s blog where each of us who has done some travelling related to Errol could add hints and tips for further travels. This would be easier for all of us to get some basic ideas, and those who think it’s not enough could contact the person who wrote the entry for further details.

 

So here we go for parts of Nice and Monte Carlo.

First of all, I’d recommend you strongly not to travel in summer, but during any other time of the year. Firstly, in winter you are much more likely to meet less tourists and thus to have more time and space to actually enjoy places – without being pushed around. The Côte d’Azur is really crowded in summer; it was terrible – and terribly hot, too! So if you can, go in the winter season or possibly in spring or autumn, but NOT in the summer.

Finding accomodation in Nice (especially not too expensive one) was not so easy – especially when you travel by car, be prepared for a long search for a hotel including parking. We eventually managed to find a small kind of hostel, the Villa Aramis, which I recommend if you don’t have to stay there for too long and if you don’t mind sharing your (clean) bathroom with other people. You get some nice breakfast, too, and the host was very kind. It is situated not too near the city centre, but within manageable walking distance.

The FrenchLutheranChurch of the Transfiguration, where Errol’s wedding with Patrice Wymore took place on October 23^rd, 1950, is not too far away from the city centre, yet it is situated in a quiet street without tourists. In fact, I didn’t meet any people there except for a German-speaking lady who wanted to visit a friend living nearby the church. So you have all the time in the world to take pictures and contemplate the pavement where Errol has walked – it was a great, mysterious feeling for me, expecially as it was the first place I have ever been to where Errol was, too. Whooh!

Thanks to Robert and to google maps (just type in the address, 4 rue Melchior de Vogüé, 06000 Nice, France), it was easy to find the church, and when you enter the street, you immediately recognise the place. You can actually see that it is a church, which I did not expect after seeing Robert’s picture. Unfortunately, it is not open for visits, only (probably) upon appointment or on Sunday mornings at 10.30 a.m. for the service. So if you have a choice, go there on a Sunday morning at this time to have a chance to look at the interior.

On my first visit early in the morning, as I said, there was a German-speaking lady waiting to be admitted to see a friend. I asked her (in French, first, before I noticed that she only spoke German) if the church could be visited because she seemed to belong there, but she said she didn’t know and mereley wanted to see a friend. So I took my pictures and went on to see the other sights of Nice.

Later, when my friend and I were on our way back to the hostel, we passed along once more, and there appeared a young man with a key who let himself in the gate. Once more, I summoned all my courage and asked if the church could be visited, but unfortunately, he was in a hurry. He told me that the church was open on Sundays at 10.30 a.m. during the service, and that he’d make me visit it if he wasn’t in such a hurry. Well... so if you intend to go there, maybe you phone first and make an appointment, the young man seemed very kind and I’m sure he would admit you to the church.

So much about Nice. In the further course of our journey, we also spent half a day in Monte Carlo. Of course, I wanted to see the Zaca, even though I feared it would not be there – which was, of course, the case.

Monte Carlo has got two ports; the one you should go to is the Port de Fontvieille. Already to be there makes one gasp for breath because of all the amazing yachts you can find there. I had never seen such a sight before and felt like sleepwalking while I was walking around looking for the Zaca. When I didn’t find her, I asked one of the officials whether she was in port or not. He thought for a moment, and then said she wasn’t. And, of course, he didn’t know where she was or when she might return. BUT he told me at which spot she would normally be anchored, so of course I went there and took a picture. I add this plus a map with a cross for the exact spot, so that you don’t have to search for a very long time.

 

I hope for you that you will be luckier. Maybe our Spanish authors know a little more about where she can be found in the summer, which regattas she normally takes part in and when she returns to port for the winter?

 

If you need some further tips about other sights of Nice or Monte Carlo, feel free to contact me.

I recently made a trip down south and incorporated a visit to Forest Lawn and a visit to Errol (my first).  I traveled Mulholland Drive and made it to Torreyson Place and Flynn Ranch Road.  What an adventure!