Driskill thrill

I spent my last night in Austin at The Driskill, a very swanky, very Texas, five-star hotel. Where else could you recline in a comfy chair in a dark corner, with a croissant and a coffee, put your feet up...and then be approached by someone who asks, seriously, "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?" (Yes, plenty, but I require a price list first.) I had a bedroom and sitting room, both with large-screen television and high ceilings, plus a front-facing balcony that was private and larger than the entire indoor space. I have a weakness for expensive hotels, but I've never before had a suite with a DOORBELL. The Driskill, by the way, is famously haunted by several spirits, including a four-year-old girl (see portrait above) who died in 1840 when she was playing ball and fell down the lobby's grand stairacase. On two occasions during my stay, there was a distinct knocking at the door. When I answered, there was no one there. Maybe the spooking comes with the other amenities? I was delighted to get a bit of haunting in, of course, but I think the kid could have reached the doorbell, which would have been much more fun.