Indeed, nice things should stay hidden
"Papa, secret tunnel!"
After we were done with the history lesson, the Bishop brought me to the back of the house. It looked like an ordinary yard fenced with a stone cliff, but I knew there must be a path to the church somewhere. It wasn't on the cliff, however.
On one side of the yard, there was a clutter of mundane backyard stuff like a set of wooden picnic tables and chairs, as well as an outdoor stove that made me want to have a barbecue party. A few steps away, there was a well with a washing section attached to it, and when the Bishop led me there, I was like--no way...
Mm, yes way. The Bishop cranked a handle on the well, and the bottom of the washing box slid below the ground, revealing a stair leading to a stone corridor.
Oh, of course the hidden church would be hidden with tricks!
"Are you excited?" I looked at the boy whose drowsiness from the history lesson earlier had totally gone.
"Mm!"