Our Kochi welcome has been nothing short of surprising. We landed expecting balmy breezes and dazzling sunlight, and found, instead, misty skies and freshly laundered streets. Still, if there’s one thing we can’t get enough of, it’s the aroma of wet earth (“petrichor,” or the earthy scent of rain on dry soil) and a salty sea breeze. We’re here for the third edition of the Kochi Muziris Biennale, of course, and we’ve brought our traveling shop, The Nicobar Edit.
Our pop-up shop is at the delightful David Hall, and is festooned with tropical fronds and raindrops that twinkle off white canvas covers. Fort Kochi is a time capsule of its own, with broad pavements and colourful houses stacked high and deep, hinting at its past as a trading post for the world. Walk slowly, and you’ll find tiled sloping roofs and portico entrances. The city’s extraordinary history of foreign trade is visible in its architectural styles, and the air is heavily scented with the aroma of spice, and only a hop away is the source: the spice market in Mattancherry.