The Upper Haight is full of atmospheric throwbacks to the Summer of Love, and 220 Downey Street, just uphill towards Ashbury Heights, is one of them. Completely mad and wonderful, it's also big enough for your band and some hangers-on. Or just your personal commune. Is that pressed tin or Lincrusta? Both? We suspect at some time (in it's no doubt colorful past) the house was lifted to accommodate the garage and make that small, non-Victorian front patio. Nice little grassy yard, good views. Insane kitchen detail and floor plan porn after the jump.