For over fifty-five years Phoenix Greyhound Park has resided just off 38th street and Washington. Here people come and bet wages on dog races. But on Sunday morning one will find a completely different ambiance. The smell of smoked elote (corn) and corridos (Mexican music) fill the air as little brown children in their Sunday best ask for a dollar to ride the train, and vendors welcome each potential client to their stand. The lot of Phoenix Greyhound is transformed into a Mexican flea market, or as the people here would say, “Los Perros.”

In Kristin Koptiuch’s “Cruzando Fronteras, Crossing Phoenix” she asserts that Phoenix has been transnationalized whilst being 180 miles from the nations literal border. From my experience walking through Los Perros, this is remarkably accurate. Many of the vendors are migrants of Latino/Hispanic decent with some other ethnic migrant vendors sprinkled about the lot. Many of the merchandise represents home, and Mexican culture. While Phoenix has been latinized, walking through Los Perros is like walking through a Mexican tianguis - an open air market that operates only on certain days a couple times a week. Countless stands with various merchandise imported from Mexico, such as sarapes, Catholic Saint figures, and other miscellaneous that work as a twofold reminder - one to the people of Mexico of their culture, and the other to the people in Phoenix, that Mexico is here.