I, Eugene Napoleon Flandin, was born on the fifteenth of August, 1803 in the city of Naples, in a French family. And today, in 1876, they buried my body in this cemetery, with great ceremony. Beside me, there'll be many renowned artists and companions; Emil Zola, Dante, Victor Hugo, Moullierre, and hundreds and hundreds of other great poets, writers, and philosophers whose works have made them immortal them. As the Persian poet, Khayyam, Says:
when we pass this ancient monastery

We'll be travel companions to 7000 year olds!
Travel teaches one many things, I crossed the Mediterranean in a steam ship, reached the ancient monuments of the Mesopotamians, and visited forgotten civilizations such as the Naniwa Asyrian , Kaldians where the dust of Time had covered the faces of their  stone heroes. And I left behind many sketches for future generations. I passed the Shaamaat, Beirut, the Ottoman Empire, the black sea, and the port of Trabzun, and reached Baghdad. And on the banks of the Euphrates, in the ruins of Teesfune and the Arch of Kasraa, in the Palace of Anuhshirvaan, I heard the frozen hum of the centuries and set off for the legendary land of Persia. On This trip, I only relied on my eyes, my pen and ink, and my measuring tools. My heart was in the sketches I drew of the architectural glory of the Persian civilization. A Civilization which has been forgotten, and only some clues to its existence may be glimpsed from under the dust of history. I spent some two-and-half years researching and drawing sketches of the great Islamic Civilization, and even as I lay in the Paris cemetery, the dust of this grave will never be able to mar the sweet fragrance of my trip to Persia.