Through the 1800s people arrived in Mauritius from India, from China, from Africa and from Europe — most under indenture, many with nothing but a trunk and a name written into a register. The photographs on these walls belong to those arrivals and their children.
What they built together is the reason Mauritian cuisine tastes the way it does: an Indian masala ground on a stone, a Chinese noodle, a Creole rougaille, a French technique, all on the same table. Culture, food and identity here were made by mixing, not by keeping apart.