It’s still the coolest place on the Bay. Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead and other rock bands that rose from the area may have gone, but their spirit lives on at the intersection of San Francisco's two streets, the famous Haight & Ashbury.
In the sixties it was home to thousands of flower children who blissed out on the music of Janis Joplin and The Grateful Dead. Today the area is still a counterculture enclave where the sweet smell of hash drifts from the dark, psychedelic shops manned by throwbacks to the sixties. Occasionally you’re solicited for a few dollars by a panhandler who’ll tell you he’s a veteran. The current version of earlier incense burning, moccasin-wearing children just smile vaguely at you and hope you’ll press a buck or two in their hands.