The Most Beautiful Doors

As a young girl, at the end and after WWll, my family lived in a small village in Southern Germany. We girls had a lot of freedom and ran around the village as we pleased.
My sister, two years older, loved going into the forests and looking for mushroom and berries. That is something she still does now.
On the highest rise sat a little church and next to it was a grassy mount, flat on one side with steps leading halfway up. On the flat side, maybe ten feet tall, and as wide, was a set of wonderful steel doors. The steps were a great place to sit and watch the world go by, slow as it was then.
I never saw those doors open, but behind them was the water reservoir for the community.
These doors were a treasure. Very ornate, swirls around the edges, and in the center of each door was a huge lion head, in its mouth a heavy ring. We would put our ears to the door and listen to the water moving somewhere beyond those doors.
The best part was to swing the lion's ring against the door and have the sound travel far into the hollow behind those mysterious doors and back.
The last time I spoke with someone who lives there was in 1994. The mount has been leveled, the road redirected, the gates are gone. Just gone!
The then major supposedly had them in his barn. It's too bad they are not used on a structure in the village. By now they probably have made their way to an antiques dealer.
But, no matter, I have a set in my head!