The second was the Haight-Ashbury Street Fair. This festival is more like retro hippieville than like actual hippieville. Many vendors were posers making a lot of money selling generic products (like tie-dyed shirts and stuff) to tourists, but some of the people and products looked authentic. There were drugged out looking guys lolling about on the street and the smell of hemp was pervasive. The music was raucous, and the bands were actual bands of the sixties/seventies or bands that played similar music.
The Union Street Festival had items like cold-brewed coffee, soy kale shakes, and light brunch foods, in addition to barbecue and beer, while the Haight-Ashbury Fair was mostly barbecue and beer.
I walked back from HASF through the park.
|Plaque dedicated to Allen Ginsberg|
|Sign reads: Herbs to help you feel happy, healthy, horny, and naturally high|
|In today's Haight-Ashbury, the freaks and the pigs mix comfortably.|
|Duck and turtles in Golden Gate Park|
|Boats on the lake in Golden Gate Park|