Near the famous cedars, high up on the slopes of Mount Lebanon, I picked up two Belgian hitchhikers. “We’ll get our luggage,” they said, and went inside their hotel to emerge with dozens of cases, and what looked like a huge hatbox. We filled the car. Alain was a butterfly collector looking for the rare Mount Lebanon Blue butterfly, and his wife Christina—now hidden under the bags—was there because he had promised her that they would stay in hotels rather than tents. Butterfly collectors were peculiar people, Alain said: “We like to camp in nature, wash in mountain streams and wake up early, just to see one specimen that is not dissimilar to another specimen.” Christina concurred with an element of resignation. “I don’t like to go: it’s boring and they drink too much,” she said. Finlay, Victoria. Color (p. 379). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.