Titan

Back when I was an irascible teenager, a ticked off classmate asked me “Where did you come from?” in response to one of my snarky remarks.
“Titan,” I shot back.
I proceeded to detail my home planet. Orange skies, austere landscapes. Our cities are contained in bubbles just like you see on the covers of pulp SF novels. It is a beautiful place. Remote. Not many people turn up there and that’s fine. It’s not a moon that can support a whole lot of life.
Fortunately, Huygens landed in one of the remote parts of the moon. Unlikely that it will notice our cities and infrastructure. If it did, I bet Virgin would offer annual round-trip service for holidaymakers.