Rakeâ€™s progress: Leigh Fermor set out from his rooms in Shepherd Market for Constantinople in 1933Â
And we're off. This is the Patrick Leigh Fermor Tribute Walk, a bit of a Magical Mayfair Mystery Tour or even, as I prefer, a Paddy Pilgrimage: a literary procession in honour of the late warrior-writer through the London he knew during the course of an enviably long and dazzlingly adventurous life.Â
We have gathered at Heywood Hill, the venerable Curzon Street bookshop where Paddy, as he was always known to friends and fans, had an account for decades. The pilgrims are a caravan of travel writers and publishers, friends, acolytes, devotees and disciples, for such is the admirationâ€”shading into unadulterated hero worship in some quartersâ€”for a man considered one of the great prose stylists of the 20th century. Our group includes the travel writers Colin Thubron, Sara Wheeler, Anthony Sattin, Jason Elliot and Robert Macfarlane, the writers and historians Jason Goodwin and Fergus Fleming, publishers Roland Philipps and Barnaby Rogerson (in a tangerine linen suit), Mark Amory of the Spectator, an exuberant throng expertly marshalled by Paddy's biographer Artemis Cooper.
It is not surprising that a man who wrote like an angel, fought like a knight and had beautiful women swooning at his feet for most of his adult life should attract such a following and such affection. Few men can claim to have walked across a continent, fallen in love with a princess, kidnapped a German general, joined a Greek cavalry charge and written a string of masterpieces.
"Patrick Leigh Fermor, the man, could have sprung from the pages of Cervantes or Homer, and we revere him at Heywood Hill for his courage, style and beautiful manners," says Nicky Dunne, chairman of the bookshop, who dreamt up this expedition.Â
Paddy lived above the shop briefly in 1947 with Joan, his future wife. In 1965, horrified to have discovered how Communism had destroyed so many of his friends in the Europe he had walked across in 1933-34â€”"disaster overtook them all"â€”he set up an account at Heywood Hill for the great love of his youth, the Byzantine princess and artist Balasha Cantacuzene. "He couldn't do much but he could make sure that at least she was never without good books," says Cooper.
Our unruly, traffic-blocking gaggle spills out onto Curzon Street to the astonishment of passers-byâ€”30 men and women sporting bright blue earpieces is a curious sightâ€”and ducks into Shepherd Market to our next stop, 28 Market Street: four square windows above the "PLUS NEWS" newsagent. Having been kicked out of almost every school he had attended, Paddy washed up here as a restless 18-year-old with literary longings and a diminutive allowance. His long-suffering landlady, assaulted by endless revelry, was Miss Beatrice Stewart, an artist's model who had sat for Sargent and Augustus John and was later immortalised in bronze as the Angel of Peace in Adrian Jones's Quadriga of War on the Wellington Arch at Hyde Park Corner. "I can never pass the top of Constitution Hill without thinking of her and gazing up at the winged and wreath-bearing goddess sailing across the sky," Paddy wrote in a typical flight of fancy.
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