When I was a young boy, I had fantasies of such secret doorways/passages/treasures being everywhere due to consumption of copious stories/comics involving such plots. When I did visit old ruins/temples etc, my searching eyes would be looking for that overlooked odd stone that was waiting for centuries just to be pushed so that it can reveal its ancient secrets.
Reading this discovery of the secret doorway sort of gave me a sense of vicarious validation.
Reading this discovery of the secret doorway sort of gave me a sense of vicarious validation.