Algiers, once one of the most beautiful of cities, is becoming the ugliest. To the casual eye, there is no change. The square white houses still climb on each other's shoulders up to the wooded heights. In the Moslem quarter, the casbah's tunneled alleys are filled with turbaned men and neat-stepping donkeys burdened with panniers. Beneath the leafy shade of the Forum and along the Rue Michelet in the European district stroll some of the loveliest girls in the world, giggling and gossiping as if they were not a step away from a daily round of slaughter.
"They are born...
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