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Day 201:Cucumber and Smoked Trout Terrine

It is the last day of the yellow tutu. Very sad. It also means tomorrow (which is, at the time of writing, last Sunday) is the last night of the Tour. Turned out I watched a movie (Taken 2, which Liam said he would never make—if I was an Albanian thug I would gladly die at the hands of Liam Neeson) and completely forgot to watch the last stage of the race. It was a foregone conclusion that Froome would win. The Brits are all 'successful and stuff' at the moment: cycling, cricket, rugby, tennis, heirs to the throne. How would I sum up this year's tour? It was probably a little like Taken 2 actually. There were lots of shady happenings: shoulder nudges, deliberate forcing of other riders into the crowd, sly bending of the no food/no drink rules, hanging onto team cars. There was also lots and lots of collateral damage. I wish a little more of it happened to the crowd. Did I say that? It did appear to be like an action-style car chase at times. And then there were always the pretty girls to kiss at the end. Yep, just like Taken 2.

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My sister tells me Gabriel Gaté—the chef in Taste Le Tour, the pre-broadcast segment which highlights the produce of the region the tour is visiting that day and which has given my blog it's title for the last three weeks, based on the recipe of the day—is not French. Whaaa? He was born there. He lived there until he was twenty-two and has been in Australia since seventy-seven. The question is, instead, my lovely Sis, is he putting on the accent? There is every chance. If your thing is to sell French cuisine to an audience, then a French accent is probably an asset. If he goes home after work and speaks in a broad Aussie accent, then he is possibly a fake. Otherwise he is just a bit entrepreneurial. Either way he is a Tour staple and I have certainly developed a soft spot for him. See you and the Tour next year Gabriel!

The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Tutu: Modcloth
Shoes: Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: V——

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  1. Beautiful! as always.
    Will there be a Taken III?

  2. Those shoes!

    You've worked that tutu : )


  3. Thou mustn't retire the yellow tutu. I've had trout prepared in all the ways of wrong so that's one fish that gets away from me every time.


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