I have in my 20s and 30s been put up- sometimes for weeks at a time, as traveling gypsy pilot, in the finest hotels in the world.
Though always attempted to change the booking to humble backstreet ones instead, as anyone with a fair brain and bit of worldly experienxe just knows the rich are the dullest people on the planet.
But even if it may seem not very artful ... I know for a fact that there is only one scent which beats all others, one of the simplest true pleasures ... that of the freshly aired bedding or clothing in decent fresher air...
( major visual exhibition of artful ways to remain airy no matter what... soon)
