I love this word. I don’t use it enough, although I see plenty evidence of it. I decided to look up its origin, and found that this is a relatively new word to the English language, being (and I here quote from Wiktionary) “Coined by Horace Walpole in 1754 based on the Persian story of The Three Princes of Serendip, who (Walpole wrote to a friend) were “always making discoveries, by accidents and sagacity, of things which they were not in quest of”. Clicking on the link to the Persian story (yes I love following link-y rabbit holes) made for interesting reading as well, since the tales themselves took a winding route to the English language, coming through a French translation of an Italian version of the original Persian. wow.
There is actually a street in my town named “Serendipity Circle” and I have often wondered if the people who live there find more serendipity in their lives than the average folk? I think it’s a nice street anyway. I love that moment when you realize that you have crossed paths with something lovely par hasard. I’ve written about a couple of notable examples here before, for example eating at a restaurant in the plaza where they just happened to be queueing up for one of the biggest parades in Lyon, which we knew nothing about but were able to enjoy just because we “happened to be there.” I think serendipity is absolutely lovely when traveling…I have found so many wonderful things by chance.
This post is for Linda G Hill’s #JusJoJan