I arrived in the square, gingerly eating my prepackaged ice cream cone and feeling exposed as I walked past the bored shop owners with my light tunic, blond hair and loose cropped pants. In Algeria, a ...
On both sides of the broad Algerian boulevard stood columns of red-bereted French paratroopers, Tommy guns slung across their chests. Inside the square 15,000 Algerians—Moslem and European —gazed ...