It was pronounced 'Haightashbury' (one word) in the 60's. I was there, in the 'Summer of Love'. It was 1967, when two friends and I hitch hiked from L.A. to San Fran. Not bad for three girls from New England, branching out for the first time. It's a miracle we survived. My most recent visit was in 2007. One might say of the Haight that, "it sure has mellowed man!". It more closely resembles a living history museum than a thriving base camp for the Flower Power hippies and not as colorful as it was in its hey day. We did manage to attend the Haight Festival, which certainly brought out what's left of the 60's folks, who are probably hiding behind tie dyed curtains the rest of the year, writing their memoirs for the wannabe counter-culture of today. All in all, it's a must see for anyone visiting San Francisco. Don't forget to stop by the famous Amoeba Music Store. FYI: There were hypodermic needles on the floor of the porta potties at the festival, so wear shoes.