We are now standing at the front porch of the carriage way of Istana Woodneuk—a place that once bore witness to the arrival of dignitaries, diplomats, and honoured guests from across the region. This doorway, though weathered by time, likely saw the ceremonial entry of Malay rulers, British officials, and esteemed visitors who came to pay respect to the Sultan of Johor during the palace’s golden era.

In its heyday, this very entrance would have echoed with the sounds of horses and carriages arriving, the rustle of royal attire, and the quiet formality of diplomatic exchanges. It was more than just a threshold, it was a portal into the world of Johor’s royal diplomacy and prestige, situated right here on Singaporean soil. Standing here, we are reminded of the palace’s once-vibrant role as a political and cultural bridge between the Johor sultanate and the colonial powers, as well as with other Malay and regional rulers.

Though silence now surrounds us, the memory of those footsteps, greetings, and royal ceremonies still lingers in the atmosphere, waiting to be remembered, honoured, and retold.

Can anyone still remember the story about the motifs of the ventilators above our heads?