I live in Dzair, the city known as Algiers, capital of Algeria. My city is a mosaic of districts and streets dating back to medieval as well as to french colonization era; exposing different architecture styles. Through its straight, narrow or winding streets, and through its closed or opened old facades, the city keeps telling the tormented story of its inhabitants – past and present.

Downtown Algiers belongs to what used to be called the European city. The colonial city built during French colonisation of Algeria ; built by the french colons, for the, now-gone, “pieds noirs”. Back then, streets were named after renowned Frenchmen. I never paid attention to the original names of those streets before, since, after independence, they have been replaced by Algerian names. But sometimes, the old names reappear on old maps or in unforgotten memories of old pied-noir. Horace Vernet is one of those streets. Continue reading “Horace Vernet’s paintings through Algerian eyes”