As you walk through the red velvet curtains at the door of Hotel Motto , you are greeted by a large mural. It depicts, in swishing reds and purples, an unusual scene: bellboys in various states of repose. There are bellboys smoking, bellboys posing, a bellboy with a cheetah, wearing a fez, on a lead. Hotel Motto is not so much accidentally Wes Anderson, as very deliberately so. The whole place is a hymn to a lost world of glamour; to the golden age of travel. There has been a hotel in this spot on Mariahilfer Strasse, the main shopping...