ALGIERS
Now that we have before us an outline of the history, geography,
administration and customs of the country under examination, it
seems opportune to say a few words about Algeria from the point of
view of the tourist.
The traveler visiting this country will either journey direct by
sea to Algiers or else will take the overland route via Paris and
Marseilles, which is the more rapid. In either case he will arrive
by sea.
His first impressions of Algiers, rising out of the Mediterranean
like a white bubble in a sea of sapphire, will be the best he will
have of this once Turkish city, now a vast commercial town and
only a little less noisy than Marseilles. The sight of the Arab
quarter, piling itself up in a pyramid of white and blue roofs
above the European houses, with the fresh gardens of Mustapha away
to the left and the Turkish forts in the foreground, is a vision of
delight. And though, once landed, the smell of Oriental people and
the red-fezzed porters may rouse for a moment a sense of the East,
this atmosphere will not last long.
Algiers of to-day is essentially a big commercial town of over
two hundred thousand inhabitants. Owing to the configuration of the
ground it has spread east and west, giving it a sea-front of some ten
miles. Inland the houses have crept up the hills as far as possible,
but in many places it is too steep to attempt building, and one-
or two-storied villas are the general rule. Most of these villas
are lamentable modern constructions, but there are a few which date
from the old Arab days, and in which there are a multitude of lovely
marbles and tiles of the period. These villas were occupied after
the French conquest by followers of the victorious army, and later,
when Algiers was discovered as a winter resort, they passed into
the hands of English hibernators.
In those days the life on the Mustapha Hill was brilliant and
amusing. The English colony was composed of well-to-do people who
spent half the year in these Arab villas, while those who had not
permanent residences settled in the few local hotels. An English
club flourished, and a real society existed. But all this is gone.
The facilities of transit, the mechanical age in which we live,
and newly acquired wealth have dispelled all this pleasant life.
The English hibernators who inhabited the picturesque villas have
in many cases been supplanted by foreigners, and those who remain
are not much given to entertaining, so that it is rare for the
outsider to get more than a glimpse of the multi-colored tiles.
Great hotels have sprung up, rivaling one another in a second-rate
atmosphere of the Riviera; Swiss waiters do their utmost to keep
up the illusion, but the lack of elegance handicaps them.
If, therefore, the visitor is not seeking gossip and bridge in
overheated drawing-rooms, or the company of summer boarders from
Bexhill and the relics of our great Indian Empire, he will do well
to stay just long enough in Algiers to collect his breath, and then
penetrate into the interior and see the real life of the country.
If, however, he is not of an active nature, he can find excursions
round about Algiers, but it will be at the cost of submitting to
the gala nights of the Mustapha hotels, of the unsyncopated music
of lamentable orchestras, while the middle-aged ladies of fashion
sit round criticizing the few youthful or well-dressed creatures
who have strayed by accident into this mediocre society.
Algiers is not Algeria, and its people are wisely called
“Algerois,” as against “Algeriens.”
The commercial city about the port is interesting from the point of
view of any one desirous of examining the development of a growing
city. Eight great banks do a brisk business, which alone speaks for
the trade passing through Algiers. The harbor, which is now being
more than doubled in size, will, when completed, rival the largest
ports of the Mediterranean. The biggest battleships and liners of
the world can berth comfortably in its shelter, and there is rarely
an hour in the day when merchantmen are not approaching or leaving
its quays. Everywhere there is an atmosphere of booming trade,
and it is undoubtedly a fact that, if Algiers had an independent
government with an independent exchequer, the franc would be a good
deal nearer par with the pound sterling than it is at present.
The visitor has, however, probably not come to this sunny country
to go into statistics and business opportunities, and it will
be sufficient, therefore, if he drives through the town with the
knowledge that he is in the midst of a trading-center which in a
few years will stand on a level with Lyons and Bordeaux.
The “sights” of Algiers can be done easily in one day, as they
are all concentrated about the Kasba (literally fort, but here the
name given to the Arab city). The most interesting building to see
is the Governor’s winter palace, formerly the residence of the
dey, and until a few years ago occupied by the Governor-General. It
is now used for official receptions, as government offices, and
for exhibitions. A great deal of the original building has been
spoiled by the improvement put in by the military engineers, but
there remain some lovely tiles and woodwork which, apart from their
many historical associations, make the visit worth while.
[Illustration: A Street in the Kasbah, Algiers]
[Illustration: Mosque of Sidi Abd-er-Rahmane]
[Illustration: Café Outside Grande Mosque, Algiers]
The Archbishop’s palace opposite is a typical Arab house with some
fine tiles, while the Public Library, once the house of Mustapha
Pasha, is one of the finest examples of Moorish architecture and
contains more beautiful tiles. While speaking of these tiles it would
perhaps be well to say a few words about their origin. During the
period of Turkish rule in Algeria, when the corsairs roamed the
Mediterranean, it was the custom to bring the prisoners back to
Algiers. Some of them were held for ransom, and the ransom imposed
either took the form of money or of tiles from the countries whence
came the prisoners. If among the prisoners who were captured there
were found artisans who understood building or the creation of
these tiles, they were employed in constructing and beautifying the
houses of their captors. Hence in all these Arab villas one finds
Florentine, Milanese, Dutch and Persian tiles. In one of the villas
of Mustapha there is even a record of the capturing of an English
sailor who was kept by the Turks for some years.
The Grande Mosquée, built in the tenth century A. D., differs
little from other mosques. The Mosque of Sidi-Abd-er-Rahmane is
worth a visit as the resting-place of the patron of Algiers.
The actual Kasba is a picturesque series of narrow streets climbing
up the hill from the Winter Palace to the Fort l’Empereur:
so-called because it was here that Charles Quint for a brief moment
made his headquarters. It is very dirty and smelly.
If one can obtain access to a private house one will have an
interesting peep at a simple interior contrasting vividly with the
riches of the palaces, and from the roof one will obtain a marvelous
view of the Arab city. A visit at night is also recommended, when
the dirt will be invisible and the flickering lights in the dark
streets and the Moorish cafés, with their musicians, carry one
away from the modernisms of the great commercial town which throbs
so close. In both visits it is recommended to start from the top
and walk down toward the sea.
The Admiralty or headquarters of the French Navy in Algeria lies
to the north of the harbor. It used to be the headquarters of the
pirate chiefs, and it was in its lofty chambers that the raids and
expeditions were planned, while below, in the shelter of the tall
breakwaters, the fleet waited for its orders. There are some very
fine tiles and rather massive architecture, also a series of powder
magazines, dungeons, and a remarkable torture-chamber, outside which
is an inscription telling it is the site where Christian hostages
were blown to pieces at the mouth of the cannon.
In one of the cells Cervantes was imprisoned. The visit to the
Admiralty is, however, impossible unless one knows a naval officer on
duty in Algiers or has a pass from one of the government officials.
The Jardin d’Essai, a little to the east of the main city, is
interesting if one has not seen Kew, and the Arab cemetery above
the Kasba discloses a pretty view of the hills behind Algiers; but,
generally speaking, Arab Algeria will not be found in Algiers. And,
though some of the buildings are very lovely, they are all relics
of the barbarous rule of the Turkish conqueror, and they do not
represent anything appertaining to the country.
With the inrush of commerce Algiers has lost its charm, and there
are no other compensations. Even the climate is disappointing. The
winter is wet, and, though there are glorious days of sunshine,
the atmosphere is relaxing. December is a good month, as are also
March, April, and May; the others are either too wet or too hot.
Let the tourist, therefore, make up his mind to spend his holiday
traveling, or even in repose in one of the Sahara oases, and he
will return to his home with an impression of light and freshness
and with a sensation that he has thrown off all the cares of the
modern world. If he will take the humble advice of one who knows
the country, he will follow in the tracks of the journey described
in the next chapters, and, if color and contrasts appeal to him,
he will probably return in the succeeding year to these entrancing
scenes which never weary the eye.