Except me.... and I'm the one going back there to live. The grass is always greener, n'est-ce pas? L'herbe est toujours plus verte sur l'autre côté.
D'ailleurs, just sitting and walking on the grass is one of the things I miss when I'm in Paris. The famous Tuileries Gardens are made of.... mud. The Bois de Boulogne is full of used condoms and dog shit. And in most parks, you can't sit on the grass.
Pelouse interdit means "don't sit on the grass." It literally means, "Lawn forbidden." Edna Saint Vincent Millay, a now unfashionable American poet (she rhymes), once famously replied to a scolding gendarme, "Mais Monsieur-- nous ne pelousons pas!"