Just back from a six-week backpacking holiday in India, where he revelled in the &lsquofunctioning anarchy&rsquo, Ariel has signed up for Bollywood dancing classes, the new rage in Geneva . On a walking tour of the city, he shows us many hidden treasures&mdashthe watchmakers&rsquo little ateliers along the riverside, where water-driven paddlewheels used to power their machines (the Swiss watch-making industry was actually started by French Protestant refugees who settled in Geneva in the 16th century) the elegant stone mansions of the Genevese aristocracy (who, Ariel tells us, are as miserly as they are rich) the superb wood-carving in the choir stalls of St Pierre&rsquos Cathedral and the amazing acoustics in its chapel. Off the beaten tourist track, he takes us to the enchanting boho-chic neighbourhood of Carouge, dotted with art galleries, antique shops, artisanal boutiques and open-air markets. Originally established by the king of Sardinia, Carouge has a very Mediterranean ambience, with its pastel-coloured houses enclosing serene interior courtyards and gardens. Next, we head to the hilltop neighbourhood of Cologny, the &lsquoBeverley Hills of Geneva&rsquo, where industrialists, film stars and international playboys live in large secluded villas. Here too is the Villa Deodati where Byron and the Shelleys spent a few very productive months, during which Byron wrote The Prisoner of Chillon and Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein. Back in the city centre, as we window-shop at the luxury-brand watch and jewellery stores along the glittering Rue du Rhone, Ariel informs us that, according to the Geneva snobometer, if you really want to make a &lsquowatch statement&rsquo, you have to wear a custom-made one, by brands like Piaget or Patek Philippe, which take at least three months to make.