Your journey begins in Algiers, where a warm welcome awaits you before you settle into the cocoon of your hotel. As soon as you set foot, let the white city envelop you on a stroll through its vibrant heart. Touch the soul of the capital as you admire the elegant exterior of the Sacré-Coeur cathedral, stroll through Place Maurice Audin, a crossroads of history and life, and let yourself be captivated by the majesty of the Grande Poste, a timeless icon where the architecture whispers tales of a rich past.

In the morning, head west to Algiers, where Cherchell reveals its ancient treasures, guardians of a thousand-year-old memory. Stroll through the theater, forum and thermal baths, where every stone whispers echoes of Caesarea of Mauretania, before immersing yourself in the archaeological museum, a sanctuary for tales of the past. Continue on to Tipaza, where the UNESCO World Heritage site awakens to the song of the Mediterranean waves, its Roman ruins and its museum vibrant with timeless poetry. In the late afternoon, contemplate the Mausolée Royal de Maurétanie, a majestic silhouette watching over the horizon, before returning to Algiers, its heart rich with these encounters with eternity.

There are days when matter speaks. It offers itself silently between the fingers of a craftsman, in the slow turning of a pot still fresh from water and fire. This morning, our gazes are anchored in the workshop: here, each ceramic is an offering. A memory handed down from one wheel to the next, from generation to generation.

Further on, the path rises. Perched on its promontory, Notre-Dame d'Afrique watches over the sea like a mother over her scattered children. Up there, between sky and bay, Algiers stretches out in a light that belongs to her alone.

In the afternoon, we descend into the belly of the city. The Kasbah is revealed not as a visit, but as a journey. You don't just walk through it, you listen to it. You enter it as if you were entering a confidence: narrow streets, whispering walls, children laughing in hushed tones. The Citadelle, or what's left of it, retains the contours of another time. The Calligraphy Museum unfurls its letters like a prayer. And in front of the Ketchaoua mosque, we stop. Just for a moment. To look, to feel.

As daylight fades, it's the Place des Martyrs that greets our footsteps. There, at the crossroads of a thousand stories, voices mingle with memories. The evening wind gently carries away what each person chooses to keep.

Some days don't follow a pattern, but a pulse.

Algiers, between its contrasts and its impulses, between the echo of a child's song and the peaceful shade of a fig tree. The morning begins in the streets of Bab El Oued, a working-class, lively district, where stories are told from every balcony, every half-open shutter. It's a different kind of Algiers - familiar, tender, raw at times, but always vibrant. Then it's on to Bastion 23, the Palais des Raïs, where we enter into Ottoman grace. Its arches, its patios bathed in light, its walls looking out to sea. A timeless pause at the height of beauty. Further on, the Bardo Museum whispers ancient history, between fossils and buried knowledge, before the Villa Abdellatif opens its doors to an art of living in the shade of a cypress tree. The walk lengthens towards the Jardin d'Essai du Hamma, a veritable haven of greenery in the heart of the city. Here, Algiers breathes differently. Every plant, every alleyway tells of care and patience.

The afternoon flies by, but never runs out of steam. It takes us to the National Museum of Fine Arts, perched above the garden, where paintings and sculptures meet. Then it's on to the Martyrs' Memorial to pay our respects - a moment to honor, to understand, to feel.

Finally, Algiers invites us into its bowels: a metro ride, punctuated by everyday faces, takes us to the Place du 1er Mai, then to the Champ de Manœuvre district, where the present dances with the past.

Before the farewell, there's this suspended time. A morning like a caress, a slow breath, an invitation to slow down and feel. The Parc de Galland welcomes those who are still a little dreamy, between peaceful paths and ancient trees. Here, you can stretch out, reflect and soak up the soul of Algiers one last time. The laughter is hushed, the eyes turned towards what you're taking with you. And if the skies are kind, Fort de l'Eau reveals its shoreline colors. The salty air, the white houses, the quivering palm trees - one last escape on the thread of the journey. Then it's time for the transfer to the airport, our hearts a little full, our suitcases perhaps lighter than our memories. We move away, but something remains. A glimmer, a voice, a light.