On Sunday, the café was closed. Knock, knock! It was Tom. "Good morning, Mia! Come with me. I want to show you something."
They went up the hill behind the town. Up, up, up! Mia's legs were tired. "Is it far, Tom?" "Almost there!"
At the top, Mia saw it: an old castle with a big stone tower. "Wow!" she said. 🏰
"This castle is five hundred years old," said Tom. "A king lived here. This is our town's little history."
They went inside. Mia saw the old walls, the little windows, and the green valley below. Everything was so quiet.
On the grass, they had a small picnic — bread, cheese, and a piece of Rosa's cake. 🥪
Then Mia took a photo of Tom at the castle gate. He stood very tall and very proud. "One more!" she laughed. 📸
That evening, Mia looked at her photos in bed. She smiled. "We went up the hill. I saw a castle. We had a picnic. I took ten photos. What a day!" 😊