Outside, Col. Jesse H. Driskill’s architectural masterpiece may be overshadowed by neighboring downtown developments – the bust of ol’ Jesse on the roof probably has to lean to see the state house now – but nothing can detract from its internal glories. From the art nouveau-influenced, stained-glass lantern that illuminates the pillars and marble floors of the three-storey lobby, to the plush, ivory-colored bathroom towels, monogrammed with a thick, swirling D, everything about the Driskill whispers refinement. It's tough to imagine that, in 1969, the halls where LBJ romanced Lady Bird were scheduled for demolition.
