I'm not sure anyone in Candide was ever really happy, including Candide. Perhaps the folks in El Dorado, it could be argued, are happy, but happiness seems to only be potentially achievable in the face of unhappiness, something that the denizens of El Dorado have not, seemingly, faced in their isolation.
Voltaire's satire remains critical of those who look for happiness at the expense of everyone else's. This includes war, greed, knowledge, philosophy, politics, and religion. This quest finds the characters, including Candide, searching for that elusive thing that they feel will bring them happiness.
The closest Candide gets is at the story's close. He got what he wanted (a now wretched Cunégonde), but, ironically, she is now not so desirable. What do you do then? Candide answers: "we must cultivate our gardens." In this commune, everyone has a job, a purpose to keep them busy and away from boredom, vice, and poverty. And even though Pangloss — in spite of the tortures he has endured — still waxes optimistically, Candide is no longer fooled.
On a final note: it could also be argued that, like the folks in El Dorado, Candide was happy at the beginning in the castle of the Baron of Thunder-Ten-Tronckh, but like childhood naïveté, that castle is soon obliterated by the war of the everyday. This youthful, cloistered life must come to an end. In order to find happiness, Voltaire seems to suggest, one must first experience the other pole.
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