Theo has never had very many toys. We follow a somewhat Montessori-ish parenting philosophy, and his room back in California had a low shelf that held about six fairly simple activities at a time. We’d rotate these with a closet-stock about twice that size, and give away toys soon after he outgrew them.
The woman we are staying with in L’isle-sur-la-Sorgue has grandchildren near Theo’s age and lots of toys, including a balance bike. Most of the nearby streets are only sporadically driven on by cars, so Theo has been experimenting with riding down them.
The last few apartments we’ve stayed in have been rented to us by people with young children or grandchildren, so they came with an assortment of borrowed toys. This apartment, not so much. However, as I’ve written before, whether something was intended to be a toy seems to matter very little.