Gertrude Lowthian Bell,
Safar Nameh, Persian Pictures: A Book Of Travel
“ Tehran, which from the west looked almost like a city of the dead, cut off from intercourse with the outer world, is alive after [18] all and in eager relationship with a world of its own. Here in the dust and the sunshine is an epitome of the living East, and standing unnoticed in such a doorway, you will admit that you have not travelled in vain. But as the wonderful procession of people files past you, too intent upon their own affairs to give you more than a contemptuous glance, you will realize what a gulf lies between you. The East looks to itself ”
