A lazy Sunday on Haight/Ashbury - our last full day in San Francisco was yesterday and we moseyed to a place that will forever live in infamy. Long known for the quintessential stop during the Summer of Love, the Haight is best known for young people sitting on the corner with flowers in their hair. My, how times have changed. The area is now a strange mix of psychedelia, head shops, folks selling pot mixed with high end boutiques, baby gap and a place to make soy candles. My mind kept jostling between hippy and yuppy, hippy and yuppy, hippy and yuppy. We visited a few Tibetan shops, a head shop or two, grabbed a quick bite at a local pub and hung out at Amoeba Music - one of the most impressive used music stores
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