I walk, with my jaw constantly dropping while taking in more anecdotes and statistics.
But, it’s the wooden stalls of the choir that turn wonder into a loud giggle, breaking the stoic silence.
Match my steps accurately with each pause and soak in every instruction.
The tone suddenly dips from sprightly to sullen, and asks me to walk right behind the altar and into a bare room.
The voice urges me to walk to the slim window at the back of the room that overlooks the cobble-stoned street behind the church.