There were bread crumbs on the table. Crumbs on the tray liner. And more crumbs on the saucers. A nuisance? If it were just ordinary bread, it would be. But we were having Paris Delice breads for breakfast and notwithstanding the proliferation of French bakeries in the metro, it really doesn’t take a cultured palate to know these breads are different from all that came before them.