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Visited July 12, 2025 – Day 9 in India
After our time in Jew Town, Peter brought us to the Dutch Palace, also known as Mattancherry Palace. From the outside, it looked modest, but once we stepped through the doors, it felt like walking into another time. Built by the Portuguese and later renovated by the Dutch, the palace was a gift to the local king of Cochin and now holds centuries of royal history.
Inside, the rooms were cool and quiet, with wooden ceilings, glossy black floors, and walls lined with paintings, murals, and artifacts. Our daughters, ages 5 and 7, were immediately curious and alert, taking it all in with wide eyes. Peter guided us through the palace room by room, bringing everything to life with stories, context, and thoughtful explanations.
One room had a striking portrait of a king. As we moved across the space, our girls noticed something uncanny—his eyes seemed to follow us wherever we went. They were both fascinated and slightly spooked. Peter explained that this was intentional, meant to reflect the king’s power and presence, even in painted form. The girls kept checking back, whispering, “He’s still watching,” with a mix of awe and amusement.
The murals in the palace were extraordinary—huge scenes from the Ramayana and Mahabharata, painted in natural dyes that have somehow lasted hundreds of years. They were full of color, emotion, and movement. Our daughters had endless questions: “Who are those people?” “Is that a god or a king?” Peter answered everything with such kindness and clarity. His ability to engage with them made all the difference.
Then we came to a display of royal palanquins, used to carry members of the royal family. One of them was especially grand—beautifully carved and covered in ivory. Peter told us it was used in royal ceremonies and considered a symbol of status and power. The craftsmanship was remarkable, and it was easy to imagine the kings and queens riding inside, held aloft by their attendants.
But standing in front of that palanquin became an unexpectedly emotional moment. Earlier in the trip, we had told our daughters that ivory comes from elephant tusks. Now, seeing it up close, they made the connection. One of them asked, “Did an elephant die for this?” and the next question followed: “How many elephants were killed to make all this?”
They weren’t angry, just thoughtful—and visibly sad. We tried our best to explain that this was made long ago, in a time when people didn’t fully understand the consequences. Peter gently added that things are different now, and there are strong protections in place for elephants today. It was a quiet, powerful moment. A reminder that travel doesn’t just show you the world—it also teaches compassion.
We finished our visit feeling reflective. The Dutch Palace wasn’t just a place of history and beauty—it was layered, complicated, and deeply human. The painted kings, the stories on the walls, the opulence of royal life, and the real cost of some of that splendor—all of it stayed with us.
Our daughters left still talking about the murals, the royal traditions, the palanquins, and yes, the king whose painted eyes never seemed to stop watching. It was one of the most meaningful parts of our day in Fort Kochi, and a visit we’ll remember not just for what we saw, but for how it made us feel.