Sidi-bel-Abbès

The people of Sidi-bel-Abbès, adapting themselves to nature in mimicry, must needs paint their houses yellow!

I tried to classify the Sidi-bel-Abbès smell, but the attempt was a miserable failure.

This first march through the streets and byways of Sidi-bel-Abbès was a strange experience.

We passed through the ancient gates of the city, which was surrounded with thick, clumsy walls, encircling all Sidi-bel-Abbès.

Everybody in Sidi-bel-Abbès knew Rassedin, even the little black children in the streets.