There were bread crumbs on the table. Crumbs on the tray liner. And more crumbs on the saucers. A nuisance? If the crumbs were from ordinary bread, they 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.