Idiosynchracies of Globalization

I'm now at the Aurassi Hotel. From my room I have a wonderful view of the bay and the city as it curves around it. It is especially beautiful at night. From the back of the hotel, I can see cliffs and,up on the hillside in the distance,the church: Notre Dame d'Afrique. When descending in the elevator for breakfast, I heard a version of Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer (no lyrics), playing on the hotel's sound system. On the day before the start of Ramadan, it certainly seemed incongruous and definitely surprising. There no signs of the start of the observance in the hotel, except a few signs noting the close of one restaurant and a change of hours for other shops. Since I've arrived in Algeria, the first items two taxi drivers brought up, when I told them I was from a "village" near Chicago, were Al Capone, Prohibition, and the Mafia. This evidence is anecdotal; but it would seem that a very limited version of Midwestern history is making the rounds here.