Forget dangerous-boy rockers and bad-boy artists. I attempt to travel in a suit, or jeans and a swimsuit jacket, so the jacket would not get crushed in the bag. I am going to Mr. Christian’s Provisions, pick up some Parma ham, bresaola, cheese, something from their enormous choice of breads–and relax. They serve wine, which is nice, as a result of you can have your fish-and-chips and get pissed as effectively. If I have any free time in Paris on a weekend morning, at about 10 I go to the Porte de Vanves (at Avenue Marc-Sangnier and Avenue Georges-Lafenestre), which is much less well-known than the flea market at Clignancourt and an incredible place to find the random good thing: a lamp, a pen, an outdated shirt. I also hate ready for bags, so until I’ll Tokyo for 2 weeks, I just convey this lovely beat-up previous nameless leather bag I have–like denims, it gets higher with age. The only thing I will not go away home without is my Braun travel alarm clock. In London, the place to be on Saturdays is Portobello (get there by nine), and Bermondsey is on Fridays (however you need to be there by round seven). I have about 300 toy robots, including a dinosaur that walks. A Nottingham boy made good, he opened his first store in 1970 in an alley with just a few fundamental pieces; now his collections embrace women’s put on, youngsters’s wear, leisure put on, formal wear–you title it, he designs it, from ties to toothbrushes. The best fish-and-chips in London is at Geales, just behind my native cinema. At the moment, you possibly can see Paul Smith stores here and there especially everywhere in the world. I’m an antique-aholic and a street-market addict. I also love strolling across the Left Bank, notably the Rue Jacob and Rue de Seine space. It’s on the strategy to my workplace in Covent Garden and has a nice atmosphere–filled with movie folks. I’m involved in the minds that design toys, as a result of there’s nobody tougher to please than a child. Afterward, I would swing by the Photographers’ Gallery, or Hamiltons –it’s bought fantastic work by Helmut Newton, David Bailey, and so many others. Less well known is Painshill Backyard (Portsmouth Rd; 44-1932/868-113), in Cobham, 35 minutes from Woking Station. Inside I pack lots of mesh bags from Muji in Tokyo: one for underwear and socks; another for shirts, which I depart in their dry-cleaner baggage. I believe it would be a very good place to die–not that I’m planning on that or something. For me, the most important thing at a resort is the pool, so in Paris I at all times keep at the Ritz, and i all the time have the same room, however it’s a secret. Part of an 18th-century estate, Painshill’s green gardens are examples of English eclecticism at its best. When it’s sunny enough for a picnic, I like Holland Park. I may base a whole assortment on Cézanne’s use of colour. I like Alastair Little, near my house; it is intimate, with a small day by day menu, which means you don’t need to think an excessive amount of. On the airplane I take advantage of nasal spray to clear my head and keep my ears from popping, and a geranium-based mostly antibacterial oil from Micheline Arcier, an aromatherapist close to Harvey Nichols. I’m especially partial to the colors of flowers just as they’re fading. I like the contrast between the mountains and the lake–the size feels regular, until you see a seaplane go by and notice it’s the scale of a fly in contrast with the Alps. For contemporary British and Russian painting, I am partial to the Caelt Gallery, just throughout the road from Lacy Gallery, which has fabulous antique picture frames. I begin with a swim on the Royal Car Club in Pall Mall, a wonderful outdated private membership. Then I am going to Patisserie Valerie for breakfast. For traditional English clothes, try Hackett or the Burlington Arcade. The shop, he says, is a “statement against minimalism and black-and-white chic.” Not surprisingly for somebody whose socks are Crayola-bright, he hates homogenization. The backyard is run by both staff and volunteers, and it’s often full of lovely previous ladies serving tea and cakes. It is primarily a serious backyard devoted to medicinal plants. I can simply spend three hours there, after which I stroll a block to a improbable meals market. Then have roast beef at Simpson’s on the Strand. I really enjoy being on planes. The chef is from Sardinia, and he does wonderful grilled fish. I put a couple of drops on my handkerchief to protect in opposition to all of the germs floating round. Stay at the Basil Street Lodge, the final word quaint, old school institution. A trip worth taking is to Wisley Backyard (44-1483/224-234), the Royal Horticultural Society Backyard, in Woking, Surrey, 25 minutes by practice from Waterloo Station. As to what he likes, properly, learn on. The coolest creator in Britannia, as any clotheshorse will inform you, is designer Paul Smith. Stroll in Kensington Gardens — begin by the palace, walk across the pond, go to the Serpentine Gallery, then circle back to the Orangery, a park café, to have a cheese sandwich and champagne. The Windsor Castle does nice pub food: sausage and mash, oysters and Guinness. On Sundays in Tokyo there’s an antiques market within the Togo Shrine, a 3-minute walk from Harajuku station. For prime-end antiques, walk down New Kings Road. In Tuscany, I am going to Lucca, a medieval walled city that has an antiques market the third weekend of each month in summer. I’ve purchased furniture there and had it despatched across the world on the Shanghai Categorical. They supposedly serve very good croissants, but I’m fairly boringly English; I order toast. There is a Picasso bust within the courtyard of St.-Germain-des-Prés that not many people find out about. The first to put the savvy in Savile Row, Smith has devoted the past three a long time to taking the familiar go well with (not to mention boxer shorts and the Filofax) and reworking it, by way of colour, reduce, and sample, into a witty wink at tradition. There’s no resort with an honest pool in Milan, so if I’m not too pressed for time I keep an hour’s drive away in Cernobbio, on the Villa d’Este. I do not actually eat lunch, so in the afternoon I generally head to the Bethnal Inexperienced Museum of Childhood, in the East End close to Brick Lane market, a very good place for seeing the scruffier a part of London. I take advantage of Heathrow as a result of I cannot be bothered to go all the way in which all the way down to Gatwick. It’s the only time I get any peace and quiet. It is in all probability my favourite place of all. Otherwise, I simply carry a pen and a notebook. In summer, another place I go for inspiration is the Chelsea Physic Garden, which is open only on Wednesday and Sunday afternoons. But I don’t like airports. No books. No computer. And i at all times attempt to get there late so I will not have to wait. Indeed, because the British Empire has shrunk, the Smith empire has grown, and as of late the designer spends seven months of the 12 months jetting between his outposts in London, New York, Paris, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore, Manila, and Japan, the place Smithmania has created the necessity for 200 retailers. It’s full of rabbits and squirrels, and there’s a Japanese backyard. I additionally like Assaggi, however it’s tiny and you must e-book weeks ahead. The Ritz has an actual pool, as does the Okura in Tokyo. The meals is gentle, concentrating on simple Italian dishes. If I do pack a suit, I take advantage of acid-free tissue paper–you can inform it is acid-free when it’s very crinkly. It has model gardens (city, herb) and is the place to resolve any horticultural quandary. For dinner, I keep in Notting Hill (I’ve gotten lazy). Afternoons in Paris, I really like going to the Musée d’Orsay.