The sun beams down on Algiers - but the inhabitants do not smile back. It is a surly city, harrowed by the stresses of over-population and under-employment; with the architecture of Cannes, but the atmosphere of Aberdeen. During the day the cafés are thronged with all-male, typically Arab society. At night the city, responsive to President Boumedienne's own personal brand of puritanism, closes down like wartime Toronto on a Sunday.
( Alistair Horne )
[ A Savage War of Peace: ]
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