BY ROGER WATSON I have never ‘retoured’ to Alexandria. I went once and will never forget it. Fuelled with images from Lawrence Durrell’s masterpiece about post World War II stories in The Alexandria Quartet, I envisaged a bohemian city of bars and clubs, licentious and gay (in the modern sense of the word). Instead, I found a dusty, chaotic dump in the grip of Islamic … Continue reading Retour en Alexandre