Could the soul of Paris truly reside in a simple sandwich? On a small marble table, a Croque Monsieur arrives, its crown of bubbling Gruyère shimmering under the café lights. The air is thick with the scent of toasted bread and nutty cheese. This is more than lunch; it is an institution, a perfect harmony captured between two slices of bread. The secret, however, is not the ham, but the béchame...
