Hey, I’ve been mapping a bunch of old tunnel routes beneath the city that most tourists miss—thought you might be interested.

Got a rough sketch—lots of faded lines and notes in the margins, but it’s still a map. I’d say it’s more like a treasure hunt for the curious, not a tourist brochure. The real fun is figuring out what those old tunnel names even meant.

I’m glad you’re up for the hunt, but I can’t share the sketch itself. Maybe I can describe a few spots instead?

The first one that really ticked my curiosity is called the Whispering Passage. Locals used to call it “The Rat’s Alley” because the rats used to run through it after hours. It starts near the old brick market—just past the red‑stained statue of the baker who opened the first coffee shop in the city—and curves under the third row of the new office block. There’s a narrow stairwell that leads down a dozen steps into a cramped tunnel that runs right beneath the old bakery that used to serve the best doughnuts before it burned down in ’72. I’ve heard from a few old timers that the bakery’s basement had a secret pantry that fed the street vendors on the corner. The tunnel opens into a space that used to be a small storage room for the market, now it’s been turned into a tiny rooftop garden that only a few know about. If we can get through the first few doors, we might find a hidden espresso stand that’s been there since the 80s—no one really knows because it’s tucked away behind a false wall. The passage also has a peculiar smell, like burnt sugar and old parchment, which might point to a forgotten recipe book. If you’re game, we can scout the area and see if the rumors hold up.