The Toucans Go to Paris 🇫🇷

Every great adventure begins the same way. . . with packing.

Not sensible packing, hopeful packing.

The toucans gathered around their little bags with serious expressions and very strong opinions. Berets were debated. Outfits were reconsidered. Snacks were non negotiable.

In the end, the essentials made the cut:
Blueberries.
Mixed nuts.
And a shared sense that Paris was going to be something special.

Because you don’t go to Paris unprepared, even if you’re small, stuffed, and traveling light.

Airport Energy ✨

Airports are fascinating when you’re a toucan.

They clutched their bags tightly, pausing often to look around, watching wheels roll past, listening to announcements echo overhead, feeling that fizzy excitement that only happens right before something new begins.

Blueberries were checked (still there).
Mixed nuts were accounted for.
All was well.

They waited patiently, imagining cobblestone streets and tall iron towers, already half-convinced they were very worldly travelers.

Paris, At Last 🗼

Paris welcomed them.

Light spilled across old buildings. The toucans perched, paused, and tilted their heads at everything, balconies, doors, and streets that seemed to curve just for fun.

They explored in their own way.
Sometimes up high.
Sometimes tucked into corners.
Always together.

Between sightseeing stops, there were snacks (blueberries again, obviously). There were moments of quiet observation. There were looks exchanged that said, yes, this was worth the journey.

The Magic of Tiny Travelers

Something shifts when you see the world through small eyes.

Paris wasn’t about ticking off landmarks.
It was about the feeling of being somewhere new.
About color against stone.
Warm stitching against cool air.
About joy showing up where you didn’t expect it.

The toucans didn’t rush.
They didn’t plan too much.
They were curious, and completely charmed.

A Change of Plans 🌊

The toucans didn’t go home.

They looked at each other.
Looked at the sky.
And decided that their adventure wasn’t finished yet.

South they went, chasing warmth and light, until the air softened and the colors shifted.

The Riviera welcomed them with open arms.

Fig Trees & Sunshine 🍃

There is something about fig trees that feels like permission.

Permission to play.

The toucans scrambled into the branches with the scent of figs warm in the air.

They played hide-and-seek among the leaves.
They perched in the crooks of branches like they had always belonged there.

This was a different kind of magic.

Tiny Travelers, Big Wonder 💛

Somewhere between Paris and the Riviera, something shifted.

The toucans learned that adventure doesn’t have to follow a plan. That sometimes the best moments happen when you say yes again, even when the suitcase is already unpacked in your mind.

But now they carried fig-scented memories, sun-warmed afternoons, and the certainty that the world is more playful than you expect.

And for now?

They weren’t heading home.

They were exactly where they needed to be.

Head over to Instagram to see more fun toucan adventures;

IG Toucan Adventures

And here’s where you can find the pdf sewing patterns to make your own toucan adventures:

Baby Toucan Sewing Pattern PDF 

Until next time,

Jo Simpson