A Martin Fields Time Travel Story
“That was exhausting,” he said in English. “I can’t believe I let you convince me to come here. It’s worse than Disneyland.”
Martin Fields sat heavily on his chair at their table. It was June in Paris and the weather was very pleasant as the sun receded into the west.
“It’s not all that bad, Martin.” NaCumbea sat lightly in her seat as if totally unaffected by the past nine hours they’d spent touring the vast number of stunning exhibits at the 1925 International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts.