Almost 30 years have passed since the glitterati of the European and Arab worlds converged on Lebanon to ski, sun-bake and be seen by the shores of the azure Mediterranean.
In the 1950s, 60s and early 70s, Beirut was a name which conjured images of elite hotels, Parisian fashions, wine, food and untroubled blue skies.
Then, in the mid-1970s, the Arab-Israeli conflict erupted, raining bombs on the boulevards and fine homes and dividing the once-beautiful ancient city into Muslim and Christian sectors, divided by the central strip of Martyrs' Square.
The word Beirut came to stand for terror and destruction.
Now Lebanon wants to rebuild not only its blackened city heart, but its shattered image as a tourist playground.
Arriving in Beirut with the dawn, after an all-night flight from Kuala Lumpur, the city appears to have some way to go in enticing the jet-set.
A green-bereted soldier in camouflage uniform stands at the bottom rung of the plane's steps, his machine-gun slung casually across a shoulder and the headlights of an army jeep trained to dazzle bleary-eyed arrivals.