These days, the only trouble in well-heeled St Marys Bay is when the soccer mums in their SUVs clog the narrow streets after school. But barely a generation ago it pulsed with activity as some of Auckland's most distinguished gentlemen rubbed shoulders at Flora MacKenzie's notorious brothel.
To this day, says a current owner of the Ring Terrace property, the older taxi drivers drop the names of prominent personages they once dropped off at the same address.
Billy Farnell was a good friend of Flora's. He's a gentleman, a storyteller and a pianist. He says he was a kid during World War II when Flora's career as a madam had its accidental, innocent origins.
The US Navy was in Auckland, he says. Flora's Vulcan Lane shop, Ninette, was doing well. Her father, Sir Hugh MacKenzie, the chairman of Auckland Harbour Board, asked Flora to get a few girls to escort American naval officers to a ball. After a pleasant and apparently platonic evening, the officers dropped the women at an apartment and bid farewell.
Soon afterwards, one girl found a surprise on the doorstep. "The officers had left an envelope," Farnell says. "It was full of money. These officers mistakenly thought they were women of the night."