The British overseas territory of Gibraltar, or, as some would have it, the wart on the bottom of the Iberian peninsula, is not an exciting place for a holiday. You don’t go for the food (mostly English pub grub and pizzas), or the nightlife (there isn’t any) or the beaches (overcrowded, with sand imported from the Sahara).
Simon Courtauld
Why Gibraltar needs its hunt back
One institution used to bind together the Spanish and the English. Only a museum remains
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