In Bologhine, where the roaring cheers of the legendary stadium meet the whispering waves, Plage de Liden breathes the melancholy of vanished paradises.
The year's first Saturday. The sun - that prodigal child finally returned - bathes Algiers in its pale winter gold Un my scooter, I abandon my usual routes to Saint-Eugène, giving myself to the serpentine curves of the neights - the Rue des Frères Bellili draws me in like a half-remembered dream.
