It’s 11am on a sunny Saturday morning and I’m sipping a cold glass of chasselas in a tranquil Swiss village a cork’s pop away from the French border. The only sound is the light breeze rustling in the tall trees lining this quiet country road and the occasional bleating of a nearby bird. In the distance sits the colossal Mont Blanc, Europe’s highest mountain; in the opposite direction, I can glimpse the verdant Jura Mountains. Life feels good.
I’m around 12km from central Geneva in a place called the Dardagny region. Situated on the southwestern banks of Lake Geneva, this vast plateau has been home to Switzerland’s third-largest wine-producing canton for centuries. And if you haven’t heard of it? Well, that’s just how the Swiss like it.
