✌️ It was the Summer of Love—1967—when Haight-Ashbury exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors, music, and counterculture. The streets were lined with flower children, psychedelic art, and the soothing hum of Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit echoing through the air. But beneath the tie-dye and free love was something darker, a presence that seeped into the soul of the city.

In the heart of Haight-Ashbury, nestled behind the vibrant storefronts, is an old Victorian house that was once a gathering spot for some of the city’s most iconic figures. It’s now a charming café and boutique, but something still lingers—an energy from the days when people believed in revolution and transcendence.

Locals and visitors alike have reported strange experiences at the café—an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, the faintest whispers of “Feed your head” drifting through the air, as if someone’s still repeating the lyrics of White Rabbit… or maybe they never stopped. The light seems to bend in peculiar ways, and many have said that time itself feels different in the building. Some have described the faint shadow of a figure, its features blurred, stepping through the door only to vanish before anyone could speak to it.

A common tale tells of a young traveler who wandered into the café, bought a coffee, and then fell into conversation with a bohemian artist who seemed to know far too much about their past. The artist handed them a small card, smiled cryptically, and vanished—leaving behind only the faintest scent of incense. The card simply said, “You’ve already been here.”

Vacation Tip: Stay away from the old mirror at the back of the café. You may just find the person you think you are… but you won’t be the same when you walk away.