There’s a magical place in the center of Geneva, right where Lac Leman ends and the river Rhone starts. At least, it’s my own magical place. 

It’s called Pont des Bergues: a bridge on which no cars are allowed which leads onto a lovely little island called Ile Rousseau. On one side of the bridge, there is the Four Seasons hotel, with all its glitzy glamour; on the other, Rue du Rhone and the hustle and bustle of the shops. 

But the Pont des Bergues is quiet – a world in between. I walk on it until I reach the right spot: it’s in front of the Ile Rousseau, where the seagulls fight with the swans to catch the pieces of bread. Perhaps it’s the magic of the lake that becomes a river, or perhaps it’s just because I love it, but for me, this is the place where I ask for dreams to come true.

I stand there in silence looking out towards the lake. I picture my wish. I look at the water, then I let go. That’s it. 

It’s been fifteen years since my first wish. Many of them have become reality, others have given their place to newer dreams, and others are yet to happen.

Whether you choose to believe in magic or not, the Pont des Bergues is lovely, and it will make you feel at peace in the middle of your stroll in Geneva. Don’t miss it. It’s truly special.